Freezing temperatures and a higher river level produced more fog this morning.
A more colorful dawn
While Jake and I were out walking in freezing temperatures at daybreak, the cats were still asleep on the bed when we got back before sunrise. They were still sleeping in after sunrise.
Marble says one of many advantages she has over being a dog is that she can sleep in while the dog and stupid paparazzo have to go on a walk in the freezing cold.
People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).
Belafonte
Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee
Loki’s back…
…and helped me with the laundry
Silver @sunrise
Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday
A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn
“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”
Marble
Spunk tucked in and grooming
All worn out from grooming
“This is the life!”
Loki
Old and Gray By Timothy Price
[Verse 1] I have a parrot on my hand And a cat on my lap I’m not sure life Can get much better than that
[Chorus] I may be old, I may be gray I may have seen my better days But I can still enjoy the simple ways Of life with birds, life with cats And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake
[Verse2] When simple pleasures come my way I savor them from day to day As life slows down Time moves much faster I teeder on the edge of disaster
[Bridge] It’s been said that as you age You become like a fine wine But truth be told, and I can say You become a first class whiner
[Chorus] I may be old, I may be gray I may have seen my better days But I can still enjoy the simple ways Of life with birds, life with cats And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake
[Bridge] It’s been said that as you age You become like a fine wine But truth be told, and I can say You become a first class whiner
[Outro] Old and gray, stuck in my ways But with the birds, and cats And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix This old dog can learn a few new tricks
Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.
Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’
Ducks in the mist
After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.
More ducks in the mist
Mist sans ducks
Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn
Glenda
Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.
Veteran’s Honor
Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.
Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.
A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice
Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”
Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”
Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”
Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”
Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”
Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”
Saved From in Hell Fire El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir
[Verse 1] Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell Under cover of an accommodating grill The third burner it didn’t light Covered in insulation she stole in the night Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done As I gathered them up one by one
[Chorus] Saved from Hell fire They faced heated light Saved from Hell fire They were in a plight Saved from Hell fire No grilled mice tonight Saved from Hell fire The mice are alright
[Verse 2] I moved them to a waiting pan With pink insulation I had at hand I put them in a safe place well hidden While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken Cleaned the grill shut off the gas With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass
[Chorus] Saved from Hell fire They faced heated light Saved from Hell fire They were in a plight Saved from Hell fire No grilled mice tonight Saved from Hell fire The mice are alright
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge] I put things in order, went in for the night I fed the cats and turned out the lights When morning came I wasn’t thrilled To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
[Outro] By the time I need to grill again The mouselettes will be all grown up Big, and strong, and off on their own To tease the cats on chance they get caught Their redemtion from hell fire An old fool’s kindess all for nought
[Guitar Solo]
[Fin] I put things in order, went in for the night I fed the cats and turned out the lights When morning came I wasn’t thrilled To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill Back in the grill