forlorn

Partied with William Fawcett last night in episode "Portrait in Leather", then with Barbara Stuart in episode "Come Dance with Me and Die".

Rain mixed with occasional sunshine today. Humidity. A tropical feel.

While Mary was at mass, I programmed her remote for the theater satellite dish. Little things like that can make her happy.


Krystal burgers and fries for lunch.


At the outpost, I looked down and saw a a rather forlorn looking little turtle, eying me. I must have camped in his migratory path.


Eventually, he turned around and headed back the way he had come.

I think that's the first time the Sony's 20x zoom really came in handy. I was able to steady the camera upon the scooter chair arm.

Finished my audiobook, Letters from Egypt by Lucie, Lady Duff-Gordon. In the late 1860's, the author was living in Egypt for her health. She was dying from tuberculosis. Very warm, entertaining and insightful letters about the people and her life there. Sad to think they ended only with her death.

75.6 °F, clear.

drowse

Partied with John Fiedler last night in episode "The Deep End". Fiedler was the consummate pipsqueak.


For lunch today, cod fish herbed, then seared in a ceramic pan, oil free cooking. Plate completed with patacones, a cauliflower & broccoli steamer and the last of the rutabaga.

Drowsed at the outpost, listening to my audiobook.

80.2 °F, clear. (835 Yell Rd 1/8 mile S downtown square)

sharp

Chicken for lunch, with steamed asparagus and stewed rutabaga.


Mother was rather sharp today. Needed no prompting. Even beat us at rummy.

We rushed her off a bit. Mary and I needed to get to the banks for deposits before 3:00 pm. After getting gas at Walmart, we shopped for odds and ends. A big rain came as we were checking out. Had coffees in  Subway till it let up. I spotted Mrs. Bill Spence on her way out.

Seeing and smelling all the food made me hungry. Ate as soon as we got back home.

123 lbs.

65 °F, rain. (Cornersville)

quiet

Partied with Virginia Vincent, Bruce Gordon and Norman  Fell last night. Episode "A Kill and a Half". No Directv in the living room this morning. I could get used to the quiet. Shrimp salads for lunch. We watched The Numbers Station (2013) from Netflix. Burned out operative stationed at a remote messaging center fights for his life and that of the encoder while finding his humanity. Tense, taut suspense all the way through. And, rather believable, the kind of spy movie I like. John Cusack is perfect in his role. The rain that threatened all day, finally came. Grandson Johnny has left for Bogota.

Stormy

Stormy.

The Directv receiver went out completely this time. Cause unknown, but it had been giving problems for over a year.

When the storm passed, we took advantage of the lull to head to Walmart. I sat with a coffee in Subway while Mary got a cut in Smart Style. Oldies played softly on the sound system. I listened to Billy Joel singing Piano Man (1973) and felt happier than I had any right to.


Mary joined me, wearing her hair short, the way she likes it. We changed our routine. She wanted a tuna fish sandwich. I wanted the veggie. We ordered separate 6 inchers.

I treated Mary to a shopping spree in the kitchen and bathroom sections. Guilt? I was such a penny pincher on the small things, then throw away hundreds through carelessness, like yesterday. She bought two sizes of ceramic frying pans, then a whole set of matching bathroom articles from shower curtain to soap dispenser. Didn't hurt at all.

Back home, I called sister Deborah. She came over and tried out the Satellite connections Mary and I couldn't quite get to. All checked out. Deborah and I talked till supper time. Quality time.

Supper was scrambled ham and egg sandwiches, using the new smaller ceramic saucepan.

Like I said, happier than I had any right to.

normalcy

We had a 12:30 am with Dr. Tidmore in Winchester. Lunched at Hardee's. Kid's Meal for me. A Little Thickburger for Mary. She took my drink and fries. We arrived in plenty of time at the Doc's. Quite a wait though to see her. Mary and I went into drowse mode. Christi took our blood preasures, etc. Gave me my monthly testosterone injection. Both Mary and I got the shingles vaccine from Doc's private stash . $185 a pop, cash money, off the books. Better work. Doc treated my left arm. Inflamed ligaments. Been paining me for over a month. She gave me an injection that made my arm feel goofy for a while. Hot in the car. Felt strange driving at first. The arm. By the time we had gassed up, normalcy, more or less. Blue lights I was speeding up to head onto the freeway, when I heard a siren. Blue light behind me. I was going 63 MPH in a 40 MPH zone the officcer said. He may have been right. The young fellow seemed quite pleased that he could wear a spiffy uniform and ride a motorcycle that had flashing lights. No amount of cajolery would turn this fellow's head. In fact, there was little else to do but just smile and take my medicine with all the dignity and taciturnity that could be mustered. Mary took it fairly well. But, there was little talk the rest of our return trip. Poor Mary, discovering, suddenly, she was sitting next to some sort of criminal. Had she left any sharp knives lying around the house? The part that rubs most, is the thought of my car insurance premium jumping up for who knows how long. The copy of the citation is hardly legible. Best I can read, the citation is not correctly filled out. Maybe the judge would take that into consideration. Court date is July 10. Plenty of time to stew over it. OCD goes into action. Should I change my name and fly to Congo? No extradition treaty with the U.S. Nix on that. Too many mosquitos. Russia? Love Leningrad. No. Gets awfully cold there. Serbia would be a little warmer. Could make quick runs into nearby extradicting countries. That's the ticket! Hope there's a good internet connection in Belgrade. Deptford Pinks. (Dianthus armeria) A little time for popsicles and browsing when we returned home. The pinks I found next to the old barn yesterday, I was able to identify as Deptford Pinks. (Dianthus armeria) Actually managed a decent closeup of two little guys, using the Sony. Not as good as the one on Wikipedia. But hey, I've only got point-and-shoot cameras. What do you expect?

Adrift

Partied with Hayden Rorke and Tommy Rettig last night. Episode “I Know It’s Murder”. Rorke is familiar from the I Dream of Jeannie series. Rettig was Lassie’s owner.

Mary was a little late going to mass today. Brought back Arby’s chicken tenders and curly fries for lunch.

Looked into Blogger yesterday. I like about everything but its lack of backup capability. Deal killer for me. A big reason I’ve been with Xanga for twelve years, is that I could have a permanent copy of my journal for future reference, using the Archive feature. As we’ve seen, there’s no telling when a blogger will have to jump ship.

Been trying out WordPress today. Looks good. And, my blog can be exported, so I have a backup copy. But, not as photo friendly as Xanga, or even Blogger. And, there is a storage limit in the free version that may cramp my style.