Our Navy and Apalachicola years, one of my great happinesses visiting my parents in late summerTime was the fig tree in the side yard just off the kitchen; me circling the tree, walking round it again and again and having my breakfast by picking ripe figs and eating them right off the tree. The tree would be loaded with fruit that seemed to ripen so rapidly that a fig that was nearly ripe this revolution would be ready to pick and eat next Time, a minute or so later.  It was a joy in life that I miss. But we do buy figs in grocery stores this Time of year, Brown Turkey figs and Black Mission figs. Deep, dark purple almost black, the fully ripe Black Mission figs we've bought are more sugary sweet. My memory of figs on our fig trees is that they must have been Brown Turkey, lighter color with more pink and green unto purple.  The trouble with having your own fig trees, though, is getting out there to pick them before the birds. A bird will peck a bite out of this fig, and that ...

  Just before going to bed last night, 10:34 pm it was, I went out on 7H porch and snapped a picture of the moon, 66% as I recall, waxing gibbous, decent shot as the red light flashed on the tower in the Bay Point area the other side of Courtney Point between 7H and the Pass; and posted it on Facebook.  About the same picture as above. Tuesday POD. City inspector is due here sometime this morning to inspect electrical work that Peaden's permitted here during our recent kitchen renovation. I'm no electrician, but we think the Peaden workers did fantastic with our electric as well as with our plumbing.  Magic mug of hot & black Club coffee this Tuesday, 2 September 2025 as, 14 September 1935, I anticipate my 90th birthday and heading on for 91. This is my birthday month. What am I thinking? As most will suspect, besides visits with friends and loved ones, I'm thinking what food I will want to be sure and enjoy. I want a steak that someone else cooks, I'm thinking of a...

Nearly every weekday morning, hours after my early magic mug of hot & black, I think of making myself a sandwich for breakfast. Those years that Robert and I were walking and having breakfast out, someTimes at Big Mama's on the Bayou I'd have a BLT with double tomatoes and double bacon, someTimes at Cahall's I'd have a rare roast beef sandwich. Can't do it anymore because of a thing that's common especially among us elderly: carbo coma - - within ten or fifteen minutes the bread carbohydrates cause my BP instantly to drop, and so far down, 78/39 for example, that I have to collapse in bed, then sleep away my morning.  At this age, my hobby is taking a nap, preferably a morning nap after breakfast and an afternoon nap after noon dinner, but I don't always welcome having my morning wiped out, so've started trying to remember to avoid eating bread, toast, for breakfast unless I'm okay with the instantaneous morning nap.  Which brings me to this morn...