Thee fishy three

Oyster boat being unloaded by men in 1938 Louisiana/Gulf of Mexico. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.

(Comedian Steven Wright)

John Forbes Kerry, the first United States Special Presidential Envoy for Climate, would be happy about this…He no doubt loves sustainably sourced products, organic stuff, probably anything with an exclusive label like “prestige” and a classy meal…although not necessarily in that order.

(Stop rolling your eyes. I know he is taking heat for while people are dying in Ukraine, he is fretting over how people may get distracted from climate change and green energy…in between flights on his private jet.)

But this shell game is a pretty big deal:

“San Leon oyster company, Prestige Oysters is the only sustainable oyster fishery in all the Americas, and one of only six in the world, certified by the Marine Stewardship Council.” A rare honor – which comes after thought, care, and hard work by the company and Prestige Oysters’ Raz Halili

“Sustainability comes from nurturing the reefs: rebuilding them with rock and shell during the off season; and harvesting just enough to give younger oysters the time and room to grow…more here (Video and article)

Notably these oyster beds are the only ones not closed by The Texas Department of Parks and Wildlife during the state’s ‘oyster-season’ out of concern that  aren’t enough mature oysters in the Gulf’s public waters.

While they are not fishing for compliments, cheers and well deserved to the guys just down the road.

“Hey, I’ve got a line on a few things, but do not understand why people are so excited about being on the net. All I see is lots of entanglement.” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

All men are equal before fish. (Herbert Hoover)

Yesterday, things started out a little fishy.

If you’re been a reader for long, you already know I fought – for some 8 years – a woman trying to steal my vote during elections. It involved mailed voter registration cards that were repeatedly stolen (postal workers involved) and forgeries. A post about it here.

So when there in the mail box was an updated new voter registration card for me, but not one for Sr. Staff. Odd. The cards always arrive together. Noooooo! What are the odds lightning’s gonna strike twice.

Luckily later, a neighbor came by with the missing card that had been put in their mailbox. He was fuming, “This is how easy voter fraud happens.”

Frequent topics among neighbors on the block? 1) why does the state persist in mailing out voter registrations in postcard form (so easy recognize and to read/steal identities), and 2) if you keep getting other people’s mail, you know other people are getting your mail, too.

(We all wonder if we should ask to get the worker’s salary and divide it among ourselves because we sort and deliver misdirected items so often.)

Stinks like old fish. 

Being a fish out of water is tough, but that’s how you evolve.

(Comedian Kumail Nanjiani)

Actually the blog is 11 years and 1 week old. It was just a little nuts last week….or as chaotic as usual…Orderly and predictable currently only a wishful dream ….but then again that might be boring, so there’s that.

Not trying to be a cold fish.

Please accept my apologies for not being around much / erratic posting schedule / commenting infrequently recently – dealing with some serious medical conditions of Sr. Staff. Not really funny – and as the old relatives always said, “Everyone has their crosses to bear – don’t bore people with yours.” We are managing, and that’s enough right now.

Laughter is the best medicine.

So I really appreciate all of you who wander through the meandering thoughts here, laugh (and cry) along with the Realm’s cast of characters, and add so many grins with your comments when you sit down to chat. You make my world so much more fun.

And just because we all can use more smirks laughter right now, I’ll leave you with this instructional quip…

A quote RC Cat used to muttered frequently:

Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.

(W.C.Fields)

We can all do that, right?

(Molly Malamute was supposed to add a paw wave and a witty howl, but she is totally crashed out after running in the fields with friends in the sun most of today after an entire week of rain ….She is still totally annoyed Staff hasn’t added a furry partner in grime to play with…although that large, older, Scottish Deerhound down the block tried to apply for the opening…made it into the garage when Staff realized he was terribly, terribly hungry. (and he was really sorry he ripped into the neighbor’s garbage bag…”Could you smooth that over a little for me, please?”) ..and maybe he had been abandoned and left behind?…But his person’s car finally did show up ….Staff is still keeping an eye on his unstable situation…and Molly is keeping her paws crossed in hope. She is enchanted. The older gentleman is quite handsome with a sweet disposition, but his heart has already been given no matter the circumstances he find himself in….We’ll see…like Staff needs one more thing to worry about or deal with right now.)

Everyone into the pool! Onward!

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Now this is cute. She’s as elegant as a water bird…although her partner seems to be grimacing a bit. Hey, who wouldn’t be? Just pick it up, and carry on. Works for many things.(Florida Cypress Gardens 1970’s.USPD/Archives Florida State Library)

Founded in 1926 by Dick and Julie Pope, Cypress Gardens was Florida’s first theme park. In 1941, it was proclaimed the Water Ski Capitol of the World and became the birthplace for performance water skiing. Probably a popular place for Spring Break, Easter, or summer vacations. Florida Cypress Gardens theme park closed on Sept 23, 2009.

 

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