a Plan B day

 

A rainy morning, punctuated in early darkness with brilliant flashes of lightning and rumbles of distant thunder in clouds coming our way. From this same weather system, we hope the calamitous flooding experienced in Texas will miss us, but no fair praying bad weather off on others. I've told this before: the day in 1995 before Hurricane Opal, I was in Pensacola at a commission meeting, which Bishop Duvall opened with a prayer that Hurricane Opal would go ashore in Texas or Mexico: the next day we barely got out of town before it roared violently ashore here, washing two docks up into my front yard and leaving major destruction in its wake. 

Take care what you wish on other people! 

Our POD for Thursday was to have a fried grouper sandwich at Bayou Joe's near Tarpon Dock Bridge on Massalina Bayou, but we may defer that for a clear, sunny day. Sitting right smack dab on the water and open to out of doors, Bayou Joe's is fun except on stormy days or bitter cold days, when the sliding plastic doors are closed. 

Before the pandemic, Bayou Joe's was a first choice for breakfast, but they closed for a while, and nowadays they don't open until eleven o'clock, for the noon meal.

Anyway, our backup, Plan B, is BLTs here at home, to make bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches on wheat toast. Linda is sparing with the mayo, but my sandwiches have Hellmann's oozing out all around and running down my fingers.

Thursday morning: early coffee, couple of online games of Spider Solitaire, one of Easthaven Solitaire, sermonize, late breakfast of black coffee, heart pills, over medium eggs on leftover biscuits from Popeye's, back out here on 7H porch to work. A northwest Florida Gulf Coast late summer day, and the weather icon reads  "Downpours: brace for extensive flooding and runoff amid drenching downpours."

Pic: across StAndrewsBay from 7H looking west beyond Magnolia Beach. Thursday morning.

RSF&PTL

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