It’s Wednesday. Now let this be a lesson to us all. If you abuse your beaver, don’t be shocked when someone finally comes along and takes your beaver away. Nobody likes a battered beaver. A happy beaver gets plenty of attention, is treated with care, and leaves everyone smiling. A neglected beaver? Well… that’s just sad for everyone involved. You can’t spend years pounding away at your beaver, dragging it through every rough situation imaginable, and expect it to keep performing like it’s brand new. Eventually it’s going to wear out, fall apart, and have the authorities slapping a big red “CLOSED” sign on it.

So be kind to your beaver. Give it the attention it deserves. Keep it clean, don’t be too rough with it, and remember that a little gentle maintenance goes a long way. Otherwise you’ll end up standing outside, staring at a boarded-up Beaver, explaining to everyone that it “used to be one of the best around.” And trust me… nobody wants to be the person known for ruining a perfectly good beaver. That’s a reputation that sticks with you for life.

-keep

Keep, It seems our local bar (Oakdale CA) has run afoul of the authorities.

BA

It’s Tuesday. DJ Pantelis Ropalis, better known as Kill_mR_DJ, has put together a pitch-perfect mashup of three timeless classics. Blending Weezer’s laid-back anthem “Island in the Sun” with both Ben E. King’s iconic original and John Lennon’s heartfelt cover of “Stand by Me,” the result is pure musical comfort. It’s the audio equivalent of rolling the windows down on a perfect summer day and forgetting about your worries for a few minutes.

-keep

It’s Monday. COUGH! CHOKE! WHEEZE!

I honestly thought we were going to get off easy with only a little wildfire smoke this time around… right up until Friday night.

I’d been in and out of the house all day Friday without any issues. Then after dinner, I took Abby outside for our usual playtime, and it was like someone had flipped a switch. The very first breath I took literally stopped me in my tracks. This is going to sound weird, but the air felt… chunky. You could feel it in your nose, mouth, and lungs. That’s the only way I can describe it. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I honestly don’t know how anyone could tolerate being out there for more than a few minutes. It was absolutely miserable and, frankly, a little scary.

Thankfully, the worst of the smoke had moved out by Saturday night. Hopefully that’s the last of it, because I’d be perfectly happy never breathing “chunky air” again.

-keep

Not looking forward to this week. Doctors, clinics, etc.