Done & Gone
Thursday, rescheduled from last week, we made the Apalachicola roundtrip, scattered Jean Purdy’s ashes around John Gorrie Square in front of Trinity Episcopal Church, friend and parishioner the years we were there.
Next Linda shopped at favorite stores, LilyLiver or something, and Daisy's or something else, honestly I don't remember the names of the stories.
Finally, late lunch, this time I had a taste to repeat my Oyster Roast experience at what used to be Frog Level, now is Boss Oyster on the river, sitting on the outside porch, cool but plastic screens over the openings. When the weather is warm there's no screen or plastic and birds sit cocking their heads this way and that, staring, watching and waiting for you to lay down a piece of bread or a bit of french fried potato. Two dozen piping hot oysters on a huge tray, just off the grill, an oyster knife, hand towel, and gallon bucket for the shells. Ice water. Lemon. A dozen fried oysters, and a generous bit of fish from Linda’s grouper basket.
On the way home we listened to Christmas carols on the radio, among others, "Thistlehair the Christmas Bear, Spreading the Good News everywhere," one of the new evangelical Christmas hymns.
Wednesday it must have been, we drove out to The Carousel at Laguna Beach, where Linda bought a couple of Christmas gifts and I bought a package of their bacon-wrapped eye of round steaks. Faux filet mignon, they’ve always been good in the past, maybe one for mid-afternoon dinner.
Afternoon, prepare lesson plan for study of the Gospel according to Mark to close out confirmation class this Sunday.
DThos+
Next Linda shopped at favorite stores, LilyLiver or something, and Daisy's or something else, honestly I don't remember the names of the stories.
Finally, late lunch, this time I had a taste to repeat my Oyster Roast experience at what used to be Frog Level, now is Boss Oyster on the river, sitting on the outside porch, cool but plastic screens over the openings. When the weather is warm there's no screen or plastic and birds sit cocking their heads this way and that, staring, watching and waiting for you to lay down a piece of bread or a bit of french fried potato. Two dozen piping hot oysters on a huge tray, just off the grill, an oyster knife, hand towel, and gallon bucket for the shells. Ice water. Lemon. A dozen fried oysters, and a generous bit of fish from Linda’s grouper basket.
On the way home we listened to Christmas carols on the radio, among others, "Thistlehair the Christmas Bear, Spreading the Good News everywhere," one of the new evangelical Christmas hymns.
Wednesday it must have been, we drove out to The Carousel at Laguna Beach, where Linda bought a couple of Christmas gifts and I bought a package of their bacon-wrapped eye of round steaks. Faux filet mignon, they’ve always been good in the past, maybe one for mid-afternoon dinner.
Afternoon, prepare lesson plan for study of the Gospel according to Mark to close out confirmation class this Sunday.
DThos+