Holy Mackerel

The really strong hot winds have been replaced by a steady downpour. The land is dry, the rain is welcome- the lightning is not. Until the rains came we got several practice walks in with Honey, got three "clients" going on the WiFi network, visited with several neighbors and worked at settling in. I ordered 1 inch contact points for Honey's collar. In another instance of the joys of Wyoming living, my Fedex man called and said I had a package. I asked him to sign for it and take it to Janet. It is the update to my electronic version of the New Yorker since day 1.

Tim, my workmen's comp "carny" friend brought me a beautiful half of a mackerel he had caught today. He likes to catch them, not eat them- well, guess what, I like to eat them. I dredged the fillets and cooked them in olive oil after frying two thinly sliced potatoes. Delicious eating. Can't get much fresher than that. Buster likes fish, Honey does not.

Per my medical tests, and now hearsay dieting success by my older brother who has reportedly lost 60 pounds (? must have said 16) following the Prevention Magazine "belly fat diet," I am using mono unsaturated fatty acids (MUFAs) as much as possible. Olive oil, avocadoes, nuts, etc., are examples of rich MUFA's.
Painless substitutions if you ask me. They should improve my good cholesterol even if the pounds don't melt away like magic.