As you know I have been building a variety of birdhouses.

Many versions, but this one I wanted for my back yard. here it is in the environment. I assumed the scary face would repel any birds, but there have been a couple of looksees.

Our generation comes a time when our parents were aghast at the music we listened to. For instance Everly Brothers Wake up little Suzie was banned on many stations because it implied that they had Sex.

Over the years we became somewhat immune to the music our kids played. I will grant you, never had a taste for James’s infatuation with Twisted Sister. But our daughters seemed to like nice music. We watched lots of videos.

Lately I have been listening to more music down in the workshop instead of watching TV as I move around. I hear some modern (last 20 years) music with sexual connotations and hope my daughters do not listen to this. Not the kind of music we enjoyed when we were young, or so I thought.

Then a series of songs by The Doors came on from the 60s.

Have you ever listened to the lyrics for some of their songs?

We could be so good together for example? We could get it higher… etc

I am surprised that Pat’s parents let her out on dates where we listened to this music in the car. I know I would not.

I think it is just best to enjoy the music and not listen to the lyrics. Or maybe I am becoming an old foggie.

Pat and I share a pizza about twice a month. Not an ordered-in pizza, but one I make myself. In the past I would pick up one of the pre-prepared pizzas at Costco and augment with extra toppings. Okay but nothing great.

Then, because we have nothing but time on our hands, I started to make from scratch. We do not have one of those fancy mixing machines, so I make the dough and knead by hand for 10 minutes. Good exercise if you have arthritis.

Later I spread the dough in a round to fit our pizza pan. I have not quite got to the stage where I can fling it in the air spinning. I hope Chandler will visit one day and show me how. But I do achieve a pretty good thin crust.

Our normal pizza is the favoured pepperoni with a lot of veggies.

Now over the years I have gone to some great pizza places. Buddy’s pizza in Detroit was great, and Janine and Vedran would treat us to Deweys in Cincinnatti. Wonderful pizzas.

But the pizzas I make are pretty good. Lots of guts and even though we do not have a proper pizza oven, not a bad crust.

A few weeks ago we had leftover pineapple and as a result of watching a TV ad (those in Canada will know which ad) I decided to make a simple Hawaiian pizza. And it was good.

I will grant you, to pizza lovers this is like a Christian stating they kind of like Thor or Zool. Sacrilegious. Apparently Hawaiian pizza is legally banned in Italy.

Again tonight (Saturday) I had leftover pineapple and black forest ham and decided to make a traditional Canadian pizza. You must know that Hawaiian pizza was invented in Canada. Granted I did add a couple of things like spinach and roasted red peppers, but still the traditional Canadian treat.

When I was a teenager I would take my date to Norway bowling alley where we would share a Hawaiian pizza with our friends before rolling. Takes me back but still a great pizza, maybe a little too many toppings. But over the years I followed the concept that this was an evil pizza so we missed this treat for decades.

Great evening as we shared the pizza while sitting outside watching golfers go by.

For all the birdhouses I build, occasionally one will be used. This house I made many years ago from old barn board and old bark from driftwood. For the last few summers it has had a tenant. A pair of Chickadees check it out every spring, clean it and build a nest inside and produce a brood. Does not last long but they are a busy pair in that period.