The Fifth Annual Pints for Prostates day will be held at the Fish Tale Brew Pub in downtown Olympia Saturday and I think attending that event might help take my mind off the troublesome news that the Ebola virus is going to kill us all unless WWIII blows up first, which it might. Looks like it’s going to be a close race so, I think quaffing a few brewskies might help put me in a better frame of mind. Besides, the Fifth Annual Pints for Prostates day is a fund-raiser to help raise awareness of prostate cancer and fund educational outreach about the problem. Personally, I just give myself a good feely-squeeze periodically so I stay pretty aware what’s going on down yonder – if you get my drift. That’s educational and fun at the same time.
Speaking about troublesome news, how ‘bout those Seattle Mariners, huh? They are giving the race for a wild-card playoff spot a serious go, but they keep losing as many games as they win. Meanwhile, the Detroit Tigers and Kansas City Royals are keeping the pressure on. And now comes football and all the worry and hype whether the Seahawks can repeat as Super Bowl champs. We won’t even go into the UW Huskies and WSU Cougar’s chances this year. Rodney Dangerfield once said, “I don’t get no respect.” But I don’t get no relief either! Beer please.
Then Sam and I read the item in our local news rag about these beaver-like animals called Nutrias (wonder who dreamed up that name) taking over our Capital Lake. The lake originally was dredged out of the Deschutes River estuary – down below our capital campus - to act as sort of a reflecting pool for the state’s legislators to gaze into. Remember that Greek myth about Narcissus? When he saw his own reflection in a pool of water he fell in love with himself. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus died. Yeah, sounds about right. Federal wildlife agents are gunning for the Nutrias, attempting to bush whack them at night and get rid of them. Hope the feds don’t mistake a love-stricken legislator for a Nutria.
The lake also has some bad snails – from New Zealand I think. But they’re tough to shoot and apparently the Canada Geese don’t seem to relish the snails like they were French escargot or something. Unfortunately, because folks hereabouts can’t decide whether to dredge the lake – which it needs – or to let it return to its natural river estuary state and become a salmon-spawning grounds again, it just sits and festers. Besides Nutria and bad snails there’s so much algae and guck in the lake now, walking the path around it is like taking a hike around the local sewage plant. Beer please.
Last, but probably not least, it is being reported that Home Depot records probably have been hacked. Good thing I bought that circular saw that doesn’t work worth beans from Lowes this week. The saw was supposed to make replacing the trim around our house windows an easy job; it did not.
Oh well. I think I’ll go ahead on down to the Pints for Prostates and do a little imbibing for my troubled soul – oh yeah, and for my – uh, you know. Ta ta!
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