At the risk of speaking too soon, we are coming off of an infestation of green blowflies.

For two years running, we had wasps flying out of our fireplace in the spring. This year, no wasps (well, two but that's comparatively like none). Howsomever, on Thursday evening, I noticed a couple of flies buzzing around.

Normally, flies are OK because Hoku the Omak Cat hunts them down and stomps them and that's great fun. So I didn't pay it any mind until Friday afternoon when there were four or five of them on the inside of our sliding door. And then Saturday morning there were nine on the inside of our kitchen window screen alone.

Saturday night, remembering the wasps coming out of the fireplace (the chimney sweeps swore that the stack was clear), I sealed it with a split trash bag and some tape.

Sunday we had five or six and then today we've only had three that I counted. I have no idea where they could have come from, except for the roof.

Blowflies eat shit. And garbage. And dead things. We don't have any of any of that stuff laying around, fly-accessible. But up on the roof, dead things can live up there.

I want to go up and look but Miss Significantly Other doesn't want to. All right. But next time...

Other than that, the weekend was normal. We went down to Waterfront Park to check out the native stuff and got to see a couple of Mexican native Indians demonstrate their dances.

We ate lunch at T&T Seafood Restaurant which is a Chinese joint in the Ranch 99 shopping center. Miss SO had the duck soup and I had a day at the races. Er, no. I had the beef chow mein with cripsy noodles and satay sauce. It was pretty darn tasty. The service was terrible, though.

Yesterday we tried UnPhoGettable which is a VietTeriyaki joint on the corner of Greenwood and Holman Road. This joint has had about six different owners in the last six years but its teriyaki has always been reliably the same sweet yumminess. Sadly, I must report that the run is over.

What I got in my foam container was dry chicken (that took fifteen minutes to prepare), a bit of lettuce with a tiny amount of teriyaki shop style dressing, a glop of rice and a small container of watery, spicey sauce. All I can hope is that the sauce was wrong and I got the dipping sauce instead.

Ah well. All good things and so on.