Thursday: a beautiful day

 

Our unfamiliar "new" Summer, which for a change has nothing to do with covid19, seems turning out more comfortable than I recall of the recent past. What I remember of Summer is high temperatures, heat so stifling and Hit You In The Face that it was impossible to enjoy sitting out here on 7H porch. 

We've lived here five and a half years now (four and a half, deducting the hurrication year away), and this is our most tolerable Summer. We've relaxed out here, had a glass of wine out here, had dinner and/or supper out here nearly every day, and frequently, breakfast. Dinner and supper we have together. Linda cooks dinner, and we each fix our own supper, then come out on the porch to eat. Breakfast, except for Sundays when it's usually a delicious early breakfast together before heading off to church, breakfast is individual, fix what you see and choose and eat it wherever you decide to sit or stand, and I have breakfast out here most days.

 

Today I'm thinking deviled eggs, a couple of stuffed egg halves, each maybe draped with an anchovy.

As the morning develops, the clouds are building, a tremendous high one, and it appears to be raining already way out in the Gulf beyond Shell Island. Fact is, I can see across the Bay, the white beaches at Shell Island, but it's too hazy now to see out into the Gulf. Distant rumbles of thunder.

Life is evolving, my life and the world itself. Not just that I'm old, older, oldest, that would have happened anyway, traveling mercies and God willing. But between intracranial subarachnoid hemorrhage, following daughter's ambulance to Pensacola that fearsome dark night of life, her third brain surgery, stroke, category 5 Hurricane Michael, a year and a half of hurrication and repairs and recovery that are just about now finishing up, severe racial unrest and racist reckoning (Black Lives Matter), covid19 virus interrupting and suddenly stopping then slowly permanently revising everything about human life worldwide, hatred, mistrust, incredibly horrific political developments across America, and momentarily the long nightmare of bitter, ugly, unbelievable presidential politics, election and uncertainty - - life is evolving. It's a beautiful day, and an awesome time to be alive. 

RSF&PTL no matter what

T+ 

Time for my walk, then "breakfast". I may come back later and try to lighten up those photographs. In the top one there's a scuffle of water where three baby porpoises are chasing breakfast, probably mullet hatchlings? Sorry they're not visible.