Penelope, and other things...

This morning (before noon) when I awoke, I said that I would not rest tonight until I had taken a picture of Penelope. To refresh your memories, Penelope is the adolescent Canada gosling that is fast approaching adulthood. She still sounds like a gosling, with that peculiar murmuring speech she favors, instead of the distinct (and loud) honks or the funny little grunts that Buddy uses. Penelope has become Buddy's shadow, following Buddy everywhere except near a human or near my dog Scrappy. I had to inch my way toward her, on my belly, just to get this picture, but I think it was worth it. Isn't she cute?

In other news, my parents are making pickles, which means that the house smells (cough: reeks) of vinegar and vomit. Oh, and squash. I am not a big fan of squash - I can stand it, and I would eat it were I starving on some desert island. But I do not favor it, and I really don't like the smell of it cooking. I should explain: My dad has a garden full, FULL of squash - pie squash, yellow squash, and zucchini, and then some cucumbers (hence the pickling). Every day he comes down the hill with a three gallon bucket full of squash and cucumbers and tomatoes (I don't like the smell of tomatoes cooking either, by the by). But I did make a thing of fresh spaghetti sauce the other day, and boy was it good! But anyway, all that squash has to be put up in the freezer, which involves frying it first, else when you defrost it, it will look, well, squashed. So every day dad fries squash. Yick.

Also, I did see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, and I LOVED it! I thought it was hilarious and touching and full of the very best things (aka Johnny Depp). That's I all have to say about it, except to urge every one to go and see it!