CRABS ARE VERY MESSY, THAT'S WHY!

Though the sun is presently shining, there are clouds on the horizon. Literally. There are clouds. By Thursday we will no longer be enjoying the typical California summer weather that has been so nice the past week or two, but will be starting to shiver indoors while the rain buffets our suburban ranch-style houses with carports. The forecast is that storms will soak Northern California at least until mid-month.

The East-Coast has been socked by winter weather, now it's our turn.

Freezing!



Temperatures averaging mid-sixties.

Being the type of comfort-minded cozy pervert that I am, I immediately thought of refreshing nudity, a luxurious couch or sofa, and several cups of hot tea, while enjoying drumming sounds from the street outside barely visible beyond the slat-blinds. Perhaps with a pipe or two of a Virginia-Perique tobacco mixture (the smell is profoundly old-fashioned, and reminds you of college professors and your granddad), and the company of a young lady equally engaged, perhaps reading a book about seafood cookery.

Which, now that the crab-scare is over, is appropriate.

Is there a recipe we haven't tried yet?

Dungeness crabs!


Mid-sixties. That's cold! We'll finally understand what all those belly-aching folks in Philadelphia and New York are feeling. Cold wet weather, nudity, hot tea, fragrant tobacco, and silky-skinned companions. Plus crabs!

Mayonnaise!



Unfortunately, I live at the back of the building and have no couch. That puts a damper on that. And, being a grumpy middle-aged troll, there naturally is no silky-skinned warm young lady to read about crab cookery either.
Or a fresh crab and avocado salad.
And a sourdough loaf.

And it's an apartment house, so no California ranch-style suburban whatootsis, plus a Prius in the carport and wall to wall shag that harbours dog hairs and mildew. Instead, older urban building.

Still, I am looking forward to mid-sixties temperatures, hot milk-tea, and the drubbity drubbity sound of rain.



California needs rain.

Tea, sofas, pipe tobacco, and slat blinds.

Nudity and cookbooks too.

But mostly rain.



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