Time

Saturday: had a nice walk this morning, fraction under a mile, but pleasant. Beginning with the sunrise from the front door of 7H. By the Time I'd walked down the stairs, out the door and into the park, it was gone, that's the way it is with the sky, clouds and the sun, not to mention the way it is with Time. As in Isaac Watts' hymn

Oh God, our help in ages past

our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast

and our eternal home.

Time like an ever-rolling stream

bears all its sons away.

They fly forgotten as a dream

flies at the opening day.

Eat, drink and be merry says קֹהֶלֶת Qohelet the Preacher, Ecclesiastes 8:15, for tomorrow you die. So WTH, breakfast a tomato sandwich and an anchovy sandwich. I'd not want Time to fly me away while I still have all these jars and tins of beloved anchovies waiting.

But the walk - -

on the fence the block of Beck Avenue where Kelley's Super Market first appeared along in the mid to late 1940s. Who besides me recalls the open air market with neither wall nor glass covering the front, only a screen of chickenwire and the sign "We Doze But Never Close"? Mr. Kelley was a character and an entrepreneur before entrepreneur was a trendy term. He still walks around StAndrews, a picture in my mind. Between the ravages of Cat5HMichael and Time, the old cement block building is gone, replaced by a well-adorned board fence.

Walking on, Uncle Ernie's continues a work in progress and I continue to anticipate another plate of their Gulf Trio, a sumptuous serving of fried shrimp, fried oysters & fried sea scallops. Between hurricanes and covid19 nobody knows when if ever things will return to so normal that I feel safe venturing into a restaurant again.

My reading this morning: MARK by Frederick Buechner, copy and paste and save because come November 29, Advent One, we will graduate from Matthew the Jewish Christian to Fr Tom's favorite, the Gospel according to Mark and Buechner's article will be a good read for our Sunday School class. Fingers crossed, God willing, and the Creek don't rise.

RSF&PTL

T+

all pics snapped in StAndrews between 5:52 and 6:08 this morning.