It's a beautiful day.
Pan-seared then oven-baked grouper for breakfast, a nice thick portion; then a tiny bit of the lemon ice box pie with glob of whipped cream on top this morning; black coffee. No birthday cake, Linda prefers to make two of the lemon ice box pies we've been enjoying since our dating years long before we were married, so nearly 67 years, from fall 1952.
The grouper came from Tarpon Dock Seafood, who always seem to have the freshest Gulf fish around, both grouper and red snapper. And a military ID card merits a 10% discount there, grace appreciated for the recognition and appreciation it reflects; which is no longer universal throughout the society. One of the young men there once told me he is a "military brat", his father a retired US Air Force 06. It probably takes one of us to understand, but it all makes it sort of like dealing with family.
We've brought into the house here, for her space, a few furniture items from Malinda's house and our house and her grandmother's house her growing up years, hoping their familiarity may give her a sense of "home" that she has not felt since October 10th; and that she will be at ease here once Linda and I move back to 7H, our own home. After family and community and personal crises, life may become never again usual, there's ongoing adjustment to a new usual that day to day is no longer usual at all but new with every dawn and from dawn to dark.
Back at the osprey nest, I loved watching this morning, live on camera as both young birds did their flying thing from one side of the nest to the other.
Their parents are away, as happens at this stage of nesting. And I love this shot that shows the highway in the background and, beyond that and beyond the line of trees, a skyline of what may be the city of Boulder, Colorado.
PTL at any event.
T
The grouper came from Tarpon Dock Seafood, who always seem to have the freshest Gulf fish around, both grouper and red snapper. And a military ID card merits a 10% discount there, grace appreciated for the recognition and appreciation it reflects; which is no longer universal throughout the society. One of the young men there once told me he is a "military brat", his father a retired US Air Force 06. It probably takes one of us to understand, but it all makes it sort of like dealing with family.
We've brought into the house here, for her space, a few furniture items from Malinda's house and our house and her grandmother's house her growing up years, hoping their familiarity may give her a sense of "home" that she has not felt since October 10th; and that she will be at ease here once Linda and I move back to 7H, our own home. After family and community and personal crises, life may become never again usual, there's ongoing adjustment to a new usual that day to day is no longer usual at all but new with every dawn and from dawn to dark.
Back at the osprey nest, I loved watching this morning, live on camera as both young birds did their flying thing from one side of the nest to the other.
Their parents are away, as happens at this stage of nesting. And I love this shot that shows the highway in the background and, beyond that and beyond the line of trees, a skyline of what may be the city of Boulder, Colorado.
PTL at any event.
T