nearby lightning
Three o'clock Wednesday morning, 69° and rainy, lightning in the clouds now off beyond Tyndall, wind WSW 19 mph and gusts to 30 mph, 93% humidity, a fine summer thunderstorm this 11 December exactly two weeks before Christmas.
Actually, winter doesn't start for ten more days though.
We had our Apalachicola trip after all: left 7H at 10:15 AM Central yesterday, Tuesday morning, drove by Trinity Church two hours later, Linda visited her two stores, River Lily and Betsy's; because Half Shell Dockside was closed we parked across the street at The Station to have lunch of Rattlesnake Cove oysters then
fried oysters and shrimp; back down Market Street for dessert of coconut ice cream for me, pistachio for Linda at Apalachicola Coffee & Chocolate Company, got on the road and were back home at 3:15 PM Central, so, five hours round trip, eh?
Apalachicola, since the middle 1940s a place of my heart and I was blessed in life to have lived there for fourteen years, summer 1984 to autumn 1998.
Both when selling The Old Place and later after Category 5 Hurricane Michael, Apalachicola was a place under consideration for living again.
But back to reality, farmed locally, the Rattlesnake Cove oysters, which I've had maybe half a dozen Times, maybe a dozen Times including at oyster bars here in St Andrews, they're small but they're cold and salty. And they count as old fashioned Apalachicola oysters, eh!
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WOW technician is due at 7H between eight and eleven to see about the off and on, back and forth, works-doesn't work-works-doesn't work-works-doesn't work of the television. Why we couldn't have just stuck to cable instead of progressing on to television coming over the internet, I have no idea. For me, I could go back to black and white TV and rabbit ears except for the magical weather reports, which are the only things about television that I can stand anymore.
Years ago I had a business partner who belonged to a club in Philadelphia, where they brought out a black and white television once a week during the season: as soon as Howard Cosell's face appeared on the screen, whoever was first at throwing a brick through the TV screen won free drinks for the evening.
That's my kind of television. Not Cosell though, the smashed in TV screen, nomesane?
Haircut appointment this morning at eleven. If the WOW technician is here, Linda will stay and I'll go for haircut alone although our safety pact now is that neither of us drives anywhere alone anymore, not even to Bill's Grocery Outlet just up Beck Avenue. I can see Grocery Outlet from my study office den. From here I can also see Captain's Table, the Chevron station, Shrimp Boat, Hunt's, Uncle Ernie's, Alice's on Bayview, the Hancock-Whitney Bank building, and the American flag at Cramer's.
We'll buy ice this morning and move the last food, cheeses and eggs, into the little red ice chest because the Whirlpool refrigerator drawer now is 50°F instead of 40° like it's supposed to be. We have food packed into the little refrigerator, the little freezer, an electric ice chest we bought several years ago for our last trip to stay at Wakulla Springs for almost a week, that was huge fun.
Wandering, but we're keeping chilled food chilled and frozen food frozen by extraordinary means until the new LG refrigerator is delivered this coming Saturday. God forbid Jesus should come before that, because the new fridge is already paid for, nomesane?
Sitting here at my table with the Xmas tree shining brightly in front of me. Of course, I've not done my part, which is to bring out the ladder and set the star in place at the top of the tree. Anyway, keep the xpistos in Xmas.
RSF&PTL
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