Monday, September 27, 2010

Fishing Trip

Bill, it turns out, comes from a fishing family. Or a fish family rather. His brother Steve owns a fish farm in Alabama. That could explain Bill's expectation that we would get to the lake and the fish would be happily waiting for us to pluck them out of the water like apples from a tree.

Dante, left, is what people in the medical business call a malingerer. If you are like me you are looking at this poor afflicted toy poodle asking yourself what happened to his neck. Whiplash? That was my assumption. But his otherwise active, chipper and general healthy countenance belied that assumption. I started to notice the little guy turning his head when Kirstin would point out this Western Grebe on the left or that White Pelican on the right. Eventually I could not longer take the farce so I yelled out, "Dante!" As suspected, Dante turned his head almost 180 degrees like an owl and looked at me with expectation. I said, "aha!"
In your face little toy poodle lier. Then Kirstin said, "it's a life jacket, not a neck brace."

So then I noticed Diego with his head in traction. Before I made a fool of myself I decided that he was simply looking for support for his ungainly head while he napped.

One of the first things we did after launching the boat was set crawdad traps. Above was the climactic moment as we awaited a cage teaming with little lobsters.

Nothing but two delicious strips of bacon. None of us knew the regulations on bacon so we set them free.

Be fruitful and multiply gross, wet, fatty strips of bacon!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Lucky Peak The Movie

Lucky Peak

Diego and I took the motor boat for a cruise at Lucky Peak Lake. This lake is more like a river with a damn at each end. But it is not that simple, for Lucky Peak has three ends.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


At home depot I was approached by a young couple. I knew the young man because he was a former student. They were both happy to see me even though, as far as I knew, I had never met the woman. I introduced myself to her and she laughed and said, "I thought you were serious." Then she alluded to the tools in my hand asking if I was breaking into cars. "Medical school must be expensive," she laughed. I thought she was simply making a joke that I did not get. Then the young man referred to my "scrubs." I was not wearing Doctor Duds. They said three things that implied that I was a doctor. I wonder if I am their doctor? Or if they think I am.
It is nice to be recognized. I am just glad they weren't in the midst of a medical emergency because I would have been useless. There is probably some handsome doctor in Boise being mistaken for a photography teacher.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010


If my Scorpions cover band ever gets of the ground I think I will name them, "Pseudoscorpions."

I was lying on a dock at a lovely high altitude lake when I felt a little tingle on my neck. I reached back and brushed one of these

onto the dock. You have probably heard of the recent bedbug epidemic. Psuedoscorpions enjoy eating bedbugs. In fact everything I read about psuedoscorpions makes it sound like having some in the house is a good thing. They also eat clothes moths, booklice, ants, and mites.

Pseudoscorpions hitchhike on flying insects like the one pictures above.