Lo and behold!

Ed caught a fish.

A real fish.

It's bigger than our dinner plates. Which clearly makes it large enough to eat.

Now please excuse me while I figure out what to do with the store-bought perch fillet I took out of the freezer this morning in anticipation of the usual yield of Ed going fishing...

12.75 lbs

Popstickle at the vet.

He's entirely healthy. He apparently thinks that throwing up at 4 A.M. every morning is an entertaining way for us to wake up.

Goodbye, Michael...

One of those things that I didn't expect to make me sad.

Happy Birthday, Popstickle!

Since Popstickle is a stray, we have no idea when his birthday is. When we had to take him to the vet a year ago for an infected wound on his leg, the vet estimated him to be about 8 years old and put that day's date minus eight years down as his birthday -- June 24, 2000. And hence, this is the day that we celebrate Popstickle's birthday.

As fate would have it, Popstickle will have to see the vet again in the next few days. But that won't keep him from celebrating in style. I'm putting some MGD in the fridge, Ed ist getting the Donuts. Happy Birthday, P.!

That's what happens...

...when you use a pot much too small for your popcorn cravings. Happy weekend everyone!

Everything tastes better outside

Spontaneous barbecues are the best...

Puccini meets SF Giants: Tosca at the Ballpark

Going to the opera for free, wearing a leather or ski jacket, respectively? It's all possible, or it was, rather: Last night, at a Simulcast of Tosca from the San Francisco Opera at AT&T Park, home of the SF Giants.

Thousands of San Franciscans came and enjoyed Picnic, Puccini and a gorgeous evening sky. Music and video came in High Definition live from the War Memorial Opera House, and we kept thinking that our Tosca night was even better than that of the opera house visitors: No opera seat in the world is as soft as a Major League Baseball lawn, and there's no flock of seagulls at the opera, majestically orbitting the scene at the dramatically most perfect moment. We sat in Barry Bond's sweat, drank Italian red wine and were mesmerized by the arresting fate of Tosca, Cavaradossi and Baron Scarpia.

During curtain call the singers sent special greetings to the stadium and displayed variuos SF Giants gear while taking their bows. Must have looked a little odd to the guests at the opera house, but was applauded frenetically at the ballpark. Bravissimo!

All pictures here