We were too late to get tickets to the Cajun music tonight. It was sold out and we were number 28 on the waiting list. I think we will be waiting until next year's concert.
It was just as well. We did a good bit of work today. All sorts of things. We hardly took time to eat.
Well, that isn't really true.
We ate.
I know you know we ate.
Lunch was left over stone crab. We ate outside on the stone table. Great stone crab spot. The cement is great for the cracking and who cares if sits and pieces of shell or dripping butter falls on the ground. It just melts into the leaves. Much better than having it over carpet in the Florida room. Along with it we had the salad that Elizabeth took home from her lunch yesterday. Great mixtures of lettuce, carrot, corn, beans, bunches of stuff.
Again the quiet is like nothing I remember. There were maybe three cars that passed, but other than that, no noise whatsoever except some motor clicking in for a while at the neighbor's.
Then for supper we cooked Mangrove snapper using the Chef Paul's Seafood Magic again. This is Elizabeth's favorite. I like it, but I better liked whatever she did to the red snapper, that mixture of fish rub and garlic and who knows?
I also started to day my grapefruit and green tea experiment.
http://eatthis.menshealth.com/slide/green-tea-0?slideshow=77687#sharetagsfocus
We will be up in Homossasa tomorrow for a doctor's appointment, and so we'll get more stone crab and more grapefruit at the open markets there.
My major work today was hemming up the $11 jeans from Walmarts. Elizabeth helped me with the first pair to get them just the right length. This is the hard part. We did not have pins so I used bag clips. They seems to work fine except the thread kept getting tangled on the ends of the clips.
I used the first pair to measure out the second pair and it all worked well. I did the sewing listening to WAMC on the NPR radio. 18 degrees at home. Oh, man! I guess there are not too many eating in the backyard around Burden Lake.
Edgar Allan Poe had a birthday today. He would have been 203 years old. I listened to Garrison Kheilor tell about him on Writer's almanac today on NPR. He only got nine dollars for the Raven. So sad. It is one of the few poems I actually memorized although when I tried to recall it this week, I could not do so. I remember I was inspired by John Mooney, an older fellow at the UCC church camp. He was so talented and showed me what it might be like to be an English major and have passion for literature. I had brought along an anthology of poems and he asked me to check his memory. He could recite many. He became a sort of hero to me.
Well, it is sad that Poe died young, in grief and distress, and never knew how much of an influence he would have on American literature and American young people in particular. Such a shame.
Another sad part is the apparent end of the annual ceremony to honor his birthday.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/arts-post/post/edgar-allan-poe-toaster-tradition-is-no-more/2012/01/19/gIQAOQUBBQ_blog.html
It is seven and I am tired again. I did not sleep well last night, had some pain and discomfort and was up a long while. Later I rested and we went in the hot tub. That might help with the pains. If I get them again tonight, I'll go out in the dark and sit in the hot tub again.
And perhaps tomorrow I'll take a nice, long, bubble bath.
Meanwhile, this evening, I found that WRPI in Albany is playing a special featuring Ray Charles and some of the music is stuff I never heard. I figured out how to listen on my computer. Great commentary as well. I really liked the music with Betty Carter. I'd like to won that CD.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Charles_and_Betty_Carter
It was just as well. We did a good bit of work today. All sorts of things. We hardly took time to eat.
Well, that isn't really true.
We ate.
I know you know we ate.
Lunch was left over stone crab. We ate outside on the stone table. Great stone crab spot. The cement is great for the cracking and who cares if sits and pieces of shell or dripping butter falls on the ground. It just melts into the leaves. Much better than having it over carpet in the Florida room. Along with it we had the salad that Elizabeth took home from her lunch yesterday. Great mixtures of lettuce, carrot, corn, beans, bunches of stuff.
Again the quiet is like nothing I remember. There were maybe three cars that passed, but other than that, no noise whatsoever except some motor clicking in for a while at the neighbor's.
Then for supper we cooked Mangrove snapper using the Chef Paul's Seafood Magic again. This is Elizabeth's favorite. I like it, but I better liked whatever she did to the red snapper, that mixture of fish rub and garlic and who knows?
I also started to day my grapefruit and green tea experiment.
http://eatthis.menshealth.com/slide/green-tea-0?slideshow=77687#sharetagsfocus
We will be up in Homossasa tomorrow for a doctor's appointment, and so we'll get more stone crab and more grapefruit at the open markets there.
My major work today was hemming up the $11 jeans from Walmarts. Elizabeth helped me with the first pair to get them just the right length. This is the hard part. We did not have pins so I used bag clips. They seems to work fine except the thread kept getting tangled on the ends of the clips.
I used the first pair to measure out the second pair and it all worked well. I did the sewing listening to WAMC on the NPR radio. 18 degrees at home. Oh, man! I guess there are not too many eating in the backyard around Burden Lake.
Edgar Allan Poe had a birthday today. He would have been 203 years old. I listened to Garrison Kheilor tell about him on Writer's almanac today on NPR. He only got nine dollars for the Raven. So sad. It is one of the few poems I actually memorized although when I tried to recall it this week, I could not do so. I remember I was inspired by John Mooney, an older fellow at the UCC church camp. He was so talented and showed me what it might be like to be an English major and have passion for literature. I had brought along an anthology of poems and he asked me to check his memory. He could recite many. He became a sort of hero to me.
Well, it is sad that Poe died young, in grief and distress, and never knew how much of an influence he would have on American literature and American young people in particular. Such a shame.
Another sad part is the apparent end of the annual ceremony to honor his birthday.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/arts-post/post/edgar-allan-poe-toaster-tradition-is-no-more/2012/01/19/gIQAOQUBBQ_blog.html
It is seven and I am tired again. I did not sleep well last night, had some pain and discomfort and was up a long while. Later I rested and we went in the hot tub. That might help with the pains. If I get them again tonight, I'll go out in the dark and sit in the hot tub again.
And perhaps tomorrow I'll take a nice, long, bubble bath.
Meanwhile, this evening, I found that WRPI in Albany is playing a special featuring Ray Charles and some of the music is stuff I never heard. I figured out how to listen on my computer. Great commentary as well. I really liked the music with Betty Carter. I'd like to won that CD.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Charles_and_Betty_Carter
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