Saturday, April 05, 2008

Round, Round, Get Around, I Can't Get Around

Really. It's hard. I want to pay more attention to my peeps, see what you are all doing on your blogs. The work marathon persists, however, and it's all I can do to eek out a quick jaunt to a few slices of paradise's pie when I get home at 8:30 every night. It's as though I have not been home for several months. Well, since about October. This will all be over come flying weather. We get a good week of blue skies in July. Can't wait.

Every once in a while, though, I can lay some eggs and let whomever has the notion to help incubate, do so. So.....plop.

(Oh---and, tink...)

Be sure to click on the pics to get them into some good CSI'ing position. Especially for Ray. You'll see....

When these flowers open, they are stunning. We eat the fruit in the fall.

This is Ray Eggman. Long time family friend who lives down the road a piece. Ray Eggman is a bee man. See? Bee.

That's my Dad...

My father sometimes cures a prosciutto. The process is easy. Waiting 9 months to eat it is difficult. Prompted by Joe, I had to CSI this sucker real close to find out what exactly it is Mrs. Gawpo, Sr. is eating back there. It's a bag of mixed fruits and nuts with M&Ms that she'd just purchased at Costco. BAM! Case closed, Joe. This was not easy. But I did it in the first 48 and that's all that matters. That's my sister, Karen helping with the hoist.

Judging by size, it is more important to go slow than the cats themselves. Odd sentence. But I'm leaving it like that. You can see my shadow to the right.

A tree in my sister's yard. This little guy had somewhere better to be.

So after giving up my seat, I got to chatting with a very nice couple who were waiting for their children to arrive on a flight from Seattle. We got to talking about cameras. I pulled out the 300mm and happened to see something I hadn't seen in over 30 years: a jackrabbit. Out on the taxiway. I was enthralled. I ignored everything else.

See in the upper left hand corner of the frame? Yeah. That's the tip of the elevator. That means tail wing in non-airplane-dude talk. That elevator is about to begin pulling away from the terminal dock. I still don't realize that I am supposed to be ON that plane, contributing something to the weight and balance. The time was 2:18:55. The plane was scheduled to depart at 2:20.

Here it is. My plane. Nose wheel off. Me still on. Dang.

I had some time to kill. This woman was talking to a soldier in desert camo. She listened intently and I snapped a few as the exchange went along. All of a sudden the soldier must have said something terrible, something so graphic that she vomited with her skin. I had no idea there were muscles in our faces that could make us do this.

I took this picture of the lady getting off the bus and didn't realize until I zoomed in to see what I had that she was really stepping off the river and those two guys were cheering wildly her transition to land. They are looking right at her. Nice, huh?

Finally, ain't no doubt about it---this is one of Ray's. Flower people, please tell me what this blossom is.


At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 2:12:00 AM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

Nice family pictures. You'll have to share your father's technique on curing prosciutto. That looks huge!

Did you have any problems with Jet-Lag? It sounds as though you jumped right back into the work week without catching your breath. I know I used to need a vacation from my vacation! Welcome back, by the way and I enjoyed the pictures.

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 7:02:00 AM PDT , Blogger Candace said...

OOoooh Oohhhh oOooooohhh!!

LOVE the pics! :)

You really got me going with skin-vomiting lady and the river-walker with the fan club.

I'm glad you pointed out that we should get a better look at Ray. You can almost see the segments of the bee. I'm so inspired that I'm making a bee-line for my camera now. ^_^

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 9:19:00 AM PDT , Blogger Cheesy said...

The redhead looks like Kathy Griffin!!

You said prosciutto~~ where's my drool rag?????? [and a melon]

The flower LOOKS like a Columbine? But not quite the right shape... I will think on it a bit more~~

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 9:24:00 AM PDT , Blogger Cheesy said...

Blue morning glory?? Was the vine kind of sticky and run through the grass?? heheh I am on a mission!

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 10:11:00 AM PDT , Blogger The Blogger Formerly Known as Scarlet... said...

I want your! It shoots amazing pictures. I love the comments on some of these. The lady with the face and the one by the bus...que comico!

I'd like to see the fruit that comes from the flowers in the first pic. Loved the last photo of the rare flower as well. For a second there, it looked like something from a sci fi movie.

Nice family shots, too, Gawpo. What an assortment, a treat. Keep up the good work, amigo!

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 2:38:00 PM PDT , Blogger annechung said...

the flower is borage.

At Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 7:39:00 PM PDT , Blogger craftyhala said...

Nice pictures...and skin vomiting? What a picture!

At Monday, April 7, 2008 at 7:02:00 PM PDT , Blogger Claire said...

Oy! I hope that crazy skin lady never sees that pic of herself. Too weird! But otherwise, well done! I love the bird shots, of course.

At Monday, April 7, 2008 at 9:02:00 PM PDT , Blogger Cheesy said...

Ding ding ding you have a winner!!Aannechung nailed it....

At Monday, April 7, 2008 at 9:44:00 PM PDT , Blogger jaimes said...

Hey, Mister, I told you what that was!!!!! Thanks for listening

At Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 9:15:00 AM PDT , Blogger vicci said...

I love all the photos!!!! BUT...I am still staring at that huge hunk of PROSCIUTTO....that looks so delicious! yummmmmmmmmm
Do you have a secret family recipe that you can share???????

At Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 6:05:00 PM PDT , Anonymous cat said...

i'm loving the photos. you get the greatest catches.

i don't know what the flower is, but the buzzy guy drinking from it is a cutie.

At Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 7:58:00 PM PDT , Anonymous quilly said...

My personal botanist says that your little blue flowering plant is indeed Borage. It's an herb. It also supposedly improves the flavor of tomatoes when grown within a few feet of the vines.

Pimm's Cup

1 part Pimm's #1
2-3 parts lemonade
infuse with borage leaves, mint leaves and slices of lemon, orange, strawberry and apple.

Recipe for a knock-off Pimm's #1
1 part gin
1 part red vermouth
1 part Triplesec or Orange Curacao

I do so loooove having a scientist in the house.

At Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 9:51:00 AM PDT , Blogger lime said...

every time i see a picture of mr gawpo sr i can see who fostered the spunk in the gawpo we all know and love. makes me smile. :)

At Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 11:14:00 AM PDT , Blogger Nessa said...

Gawpy, such interesting shots.

At Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 2:24:00 PM PDT , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I share your "no time to visit" pain, Gawpo. Not enough hours in the day anymore.

At Friday, April 11, 2008 at 9:10:00 PM PDT , Blogger Brett said...

Absolutely stunning:

At Friday, April 11, 2008 at 10:04:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gillian said...

Trust Butch to zone in on the huge prociutto. LOL!
Kidding Butchy...!

"Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little p'licemen in a row."

Big Ups to Ray...from moi. Goo goo g'joob.

and to you big G....long time no see.
Obviously I've been OOt and abOOT cause I'm Canadian eh????

Much love MOFO...
From the girl who likes the naughty boy who let his face grow long.

At Saturday, April 12, 2008 at 8:56:00 AM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

gillian: Ha! You found me out. I've always been a sucker for a well formed ham. ;-) Now, who could turn down such a treat that he "teasingly" hung out for our enquiring eyes and palates? The only amount (quanity) of prociutto I've ever seen, has been in those wee packages in the stores for an outrageous price.

Now, if we can just get our "quiet friend" to give up his father's recipe, ...Mamma Mia! Capisco? ;)

At Saturday, April 12, 2008 at 12:54:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gillian said...

If you can cure your own, then all the power to you, but! Buying it from the store, then putting wasabi on a pear, and wrapping that pear in bacon and baking it in a wee chafing dish a la Martha, well, that is the shizzle my friend.

But, curing your own just may well prove to be more economically feasible. I'm all for that!

I love the sideburns on cute Gawpo Sr. and wouldn't mind him coming by to demo a curing live.


Oh, hi Gawpo! Using your blog as a party room again.

At Saturday, April 12, 2008 at 12:56:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gillian said...

Wrap that pear in prociutto...Butch not bacon.
I'm still slung.

Hey, it's all ham at the end of the day.
Bacon is for the devil's on horseback! (Don't get excited, it's a wee waterchestnut! Don't get excited again!)

At Saturday, April 12, 2008 at 12:56:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gillian said...

Wrap that pear in prociutto...Butch not bacon.
I'm still slung.

Hey, it's all ham at the end of the day.
Bacon is for the devil's on horseback! (Don't get excited, it's a wee waterchestnut! Don't get excited again!)

At Saturday, April 12, 2008 at 2:33:00 PM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

Gillian: Many thanks for the tip, that sounds delicious. Water-chestnuts, you say? Ok, that sounds good. When I make my Chicken Cordon Bleu ( notice how I segue into Joe's name for you ) I use prociutto and Havarti cheese, with a wee bit of this and that as spices, with the usual breading. Violá! It's gone in no time. ;-)
Bon appétit!

At Monday, April 14, 2008 at 4:17:00 PM PDT , Blogger AnnieElf said...

Hi G. No doubt about it, you have your da's personality. Loved the bird in flight. Holy Hannah - that hair, that face!! Quelle SHOCK!!

Please remember Quanah in your prayers. Still no job (though there is an interview tomorrow).

I'm signing off from blogging for a while Gawpo. I'll be back sometime but need to pull back for now.

At Monday, April 14, 2008 at 11:15:00 PM PDT , Blogger Brett said...

Wrestling is not fake; does this look STAGED?

At Tuesday, April 15, 2008 at 7:27:00 AM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

brett: Wrestling moves have really changed and seem more difficult now than when I was growing up. All one had to do back then, was growl and make slapping noises on the opponent's chest with your hands or elbows, a few kicks, punches, and flips and a "sleeper hold" or two, and you were in business. Today, it seems to be that the audience needs more stimulation and action to be satisfied. That move in your gif picture, could be very dangerous to persons not knowing how to do it so the person landing on the ground doesn't land on their head or neck in the process. Many kids are practicing these very moves in their back yards and sustaining injuries from trying them on their friends.

At Thursday, April 17, 2008 at 8:39:00 AM PDT , Blogger Brett said...


Remember how we used to come up with fictional names of medications? Well, reality is stranger than fiction?

At Friday, April 18, 2008 at 5:18:00 PM PDT , Blogger Claire said...

HEY, where art thou, oh overworked Gawpo?? Come by for the cute puppy pic, stay for the OR driver rant!

At Friday, April 18, 2008 at 10:28:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BUTCH: You bone out an entire ham, then you cake it in salt and some other stuff to keep it from spoiling and then you put it between two huge, heavy plates of aluminum and squeeze it in the press with a turn wheel mounted atop a huge screw and do that squeeze every day to take up the "slack" created by all the water that leaks out onto the floor. You squeeze it until you just about can't squeeze it any more. Then hang it. See? Simple.

I am quite recovered from the lag, thank you very much.

CANDACIA: Ray is so cool. Look at that face.

CHEESY: Perzackly! I thought the same. Kathy Griffin all the way. Great minds.....

Looks like we got the flower named. And I'm in trouble with Jaimes who told me what it was, but I wanted to toss it out there in blog land. Sigh...

SCARLET: I went to your link where you invited me to your blog, but it won't work. I tried several times. Maybe email it to me again??? Por favor????

ANNECHUNG: Leave it to you, my fellow traveler of Sicily. Thank you for playing the name the flower game.

CRAFTYHALA: Yeah. Veeerd, huh?

Oh, CLAIRE: Wouldn't that be funny if she did see it? I have gotten some great captures of the band tail pigeons recently.

CHEESY: Yeah, she travels all over the place and probably knows all the fauna from all over the world.

JAIMES: Oooops. I am so sorry. But like I said, I wanted my peeps to have some fun guessing. And besides, I couldn't remember. I DO LISTEN TO YOU, by the way. Honest.

What? Did you say something?

VICCANCE: See above. And yummers, indeed. I hope I get to partake when I go down there in six months or so. I am headed back in June for the niece's H.S. graduation.

CAT: One of Ray's bees, no doubt, helping with the borage crop. Isn't that something you eat at breakfast?

QUILLY: That O.C. is a chemical JEEEN-YUS. I must try that. I love the gin and vermouth foundation. And anything with triple sec would be good. Thanks. Tink!

LIMERS: So sorry about your horrible encounter with that road enraged IDIOT today. Sorry too that daughter had to endure what she surely has learned she must never become. Can you imagine what that child must go through on a daily basis? Yikes.

NESSIE: Why thank you, my dear. I love to interest you.

KATCAMPBELL: Yeah. Look how long it has taken me to get to even here. Sigh.....

BRETT: It's probably expired and I can't view it any longer, but thanks for hanging it up here for others to check out. Mokolokobeachside!

BLUE TSG: Yes. Leave it to Butch to hone in on the "big meat." Yuk-Yuk!

Now, take off you hoser!

BUTCH: Ha! So transparent are we, Butchie. Very good. Love it. And as you can see, I gave it all up. I can get the finer details and send them your way from Mr. G, Sr.

BLUE TSG: Love that you would party here. But of course, dahlink. You and Butch put the cure in my prosciutto, big time.

But all this talk of meat and melons----hmmmmmm.

BUTCH: Water chestnuts?! Butch---stay away from that. That cannot be good. It's just not...not...well, Sicilian.

ANNIE FROM TURLOCK: My father's chops are his signature. Cartoonists have copied them well, and many a time I might add.

BRETT-TUH-TUH: Another one! Where have I been? This one must work. I loved that dog one you sent. Keep 'em coming, friend.

BUTCH AND BRETT: Fut the wuck! You two are going back and forth now. Look what happens when I abandon the nest for but a few weeks on end. Yes, that's right---I was on end. (I got a million of 'em.)

BRETT: Ha! Butch should bite on this one, Brett. He's had some acquaintance with medications and then some. Right, Doc?

Oh, CLAIRE: Right you are. So, so sorry. I have not been able to eek out much beyond showing up for work. Next month is another push, but I am planning a flight up to the San Juans on Tuesday. Wish me luck, G-fren! Two snaps and a twirl for your lovely musings.

At Friday, April 18, 2008 at 10:32:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BRETT (CHANG): I am DYING! "A proton pump inhibitor"---by then I was contorted in bent-over laughter. Still am. I love that, man. And you, of course. Thank you!

At Saturday, April 19, 2008 at 9:11:00 AM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

Well... look who's back?! Now, where have you been for so long, mister? ;-)

Thanks for the prociutto lesson. Not only do I not own some metal plates to place it inbetween, I do not have a press. These will go on the "To Buy" list that is posted near my "To Do" list, buried under something else, no doubt. It looks like it may be messy, but fun! Thanks.

Oh, I have dabbled in the field of medicine, but, I am happier being retired and out of it. It was time to pass the torch to those younger and able to keep up with the demands. This old bull enjoys being put out to pasture. ( How ironic, that I am not interested in the cows. ) and that ain't no bull! ;)

Nice to see you back! (how about you front?!) I will stop now with the vulgarities of my attempts at humour.

At Sunday, April 20, 2008 at 9:07:00 AM PDT , Blogger somewhere joe said...

Yep, it's borage. Lovely, intense blue, second maybe only to lobelia in its aplomb in plucking that particular string on the electromagnetic spectrum. The name has always sounded vaguely Russian to me. I imagine a fur-clad muzik stomping into his dacha and demanding a bowl of borage.

AciPhex is funny. When I was looking after my mother, I was astonished at the names of some of the meds she was taking... clopidogrel, adalamumab... had a coven of witch doctors had taken over the pharmaceutical industry?

Thank you for solving your mom's muching mystery. It was eating away at me.

At Wednesday, April 23, 2008 at 12:25:00 PM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

( Where can I purchase an "overhead?" ) ;-) Come to think of it, how silly would it look with them flashing to see a white-bearded gentleman at the wheel, blowing through an intersection?
( Does a siren come with the lights? ;-)

At Monday, April 28, 2008 at 7:07:00 AM PDT , Blogger Cooper said...

Are you still riding a carousel horse on that merry-go-round, Gawpo?

At Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 7:41:00 PM PDT , Anonymous snavy said...

I love prosciutto! Can I come over for lunch?

At Friday, May 2, 2008 at 5:27:00 AM PDT , Blogger Scarlet said...

Are you still gettin' around? Whoa, horsie!

At Saturday, May 3, 2008 at 12:19:00 AM PDT , Blogger Brett said...


Dis is funnier than time I ask if Rhonda (aka Kakida) was good enough for #5 with shrimp craka:

At Saturday, May 3, 2008 at 8:45:00 AM PDT , Blogger Butch said...

Just checking in to see where you've been hiding. I miss the banter and not being able to retort. Hope, you come up for air soon, my friend. ( I still haven't attempted the curing of the proschiutto yet, but, one never knows...)

At Monday, May 19, 2008 at 1:17:00 PM PDT , Blogger Greg said...

So THAT's how you make prosciutto...

I always love the flowers of borage when I see them, but never remember to pick up a plant to try out myself...maybe this summer. Jeaux's right--there is no other blue quite like it!!

And how nice to see a honeybee!!

At Tuesday, May 27, 2008 at 12:43:00 AM PDT , Blogger Laume said...

Yep, that's borage, as a couple people already mentioned. It's a lovely herb. Pinch off the flowers and add them to your salad. Tasty and pretty.

I still can't figure out what you're talking about here:

"Judging by size, it is more important to go slow than the cats themselves."

But, it reminds me of the time my DIL and I were watching a large brush fire on the edge of town. A friend called me on her cell phone to alert me that her FIL had taken his Cat out to help in the fire but had gotten stuck. He was alright but the Cat burned. I hung up and related the story to my DIL who was simply DEVASTATED. She kept asking how someone could be so cruel as to take a Cat out into a fire in the FIRST place. I told her she didn't have to be so concerned, I was sure they probably had insurance on the Cat. She looked at me in horror... at which point I realized she thought I was talking about a cat, not a Cat. LOL!


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