Pablo has an appointment next week with He-Who-Shall-Not-be-Named to continue our search into why Pablo's air sacs are extended. That's what I'm calling the guy in Anchorage who will administer a sedative (that should be interesting!) and then, when the beak is no longer a consideration, deflate my inflated bird.
Once that is accomplished, He-Who-Shall-Not-be-Named will take a blood sample from Pablo's jugular vein (ACK! ACK! ACK!). Said blood sample will tell us what we need to know, including whether or not I need to feminize Pablo's name.
Please don't tell Pablo about this. Although, I suspect my anxiety about the procedure will let him in on the whole deal.
|YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME! Pablo camps on the hated Teal jacket.|
The Good News:
A total jackpot of $318,500 has been gathered, all with the sale of guessing tickets at $2.50 each, for the Nenana Ice Classic.
This is one of a very few lotteries we have and of course it's guessing the time to the second that the ice moves the four-legged tripod on the Tanana River in Nenana far enough to trip the timer.
I'll have to do some research. I can't think of any other statewide lotteries up here. Raffles, yes. Casinos, no. Lotteries? Hmmm. After the wild and wooly territorial days, there was a big Federal clampdown on gambling. Old Stuffy-Heads.
The bad news:
It's going to be a while before that little town of Nenana has its 15 minutes of fame. As of yesterday, the ice was 49.2 inches thick and showed no signs of melting on the top.