Saturday
Saturday morning breakfast, the last sips of my morning mug of hot & black, and a flounder sandwich. Linda's leftover that she saved for me. Yesterday after Pruitt we went to Tarpon Dock and had the whole (less head) fried flounder, very good, and they do an artist's work in presentation, I should've taken a picture but didn't.
We sat outside in an idyllic Friday afternoon, watching bridge traffic and people walking past.
The cost of eating there is about half the cost of eating at Hunt's, which belongs to the same folks.
Anyway, a nice breakfast. White flounder meat, picked through to get all the bones out, mayo on Pepperidge Farm very thin whole wheat bread, the flounder meat laid on, and a shake shake shake of NoSalt (my potassium grains). Quite good, an unusual treat, IDK, might be my first flounder sandwich ever.
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Entertainment this morning, watched a video interview, a retired woman of many talents who was the Chief of Disguise for the CIA. Later this morning we may drop by Sam's for something Linda needs, blood test strips. I enjoy browsing the sushi counter, strolling through the seafood and beef area, and taking in the aroma of the rotisserie chickens. Don't think I need anything though.
They've not had oyster pints in months or a couple of years, IDK why, maybe people weren't buying. Nearly always west coast oysters, which taste different from ours and the extra small size are enormous; but a few Times they had Chesapeake Bay oysters. Always about half the price of a pint of oysters in one of our local fish markets. SomeTimes when Sam's didn't have them I'd go in Walmart and they nearly always had them.
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These days I have adopted a life mission, objective. To stay out of hospital. Statistically, a 91 year old man with advanced CHF going to hospital is not good news. Plus, now I have the experience and still vivid memory of four everlasting nights in Hell. I no thank you, Okusan.
Our years in Japan, Summer 1963 to Summer 1966, we had a maid, a Japanese woman who came a few days a week, and was quite helpful. Hiring her was a custom and courtesy, and I think she may have counted on whoever occupied our house to engage her. Her name was Umeyo, so Umeyo-san. She was very kind, was married and had two or three sons. One thing she did not like even looking at was ground beef, hamburger meat. Linda offered her some once, before it was cooked, and, gagging repeatedly, she said, "I no thank you, Okusan." Okusan was the word for the honored wife of the household.
In Japanese, they someTimes didn't pronounce the "U" - - so it was said like "Oak'san"
She called me "Donna-san" - - a polite word for husband, or head of the household.
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Here's our Collect (prayer of the day) for tomorrow
Almighty and everlasting God, increase in us the gifts of faith, hope, and love; and, that we may obtain what you promise, make us love what you command; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
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For myself, I could do with increased Faith, but the greatest of these is Love, eh? where love is not a feeling but how we treat other people. According to Jesus, especially our enemies (parable of the Good Samaritan), those who are different from us. We could remember that and act on it as our way of life in these terribly depressing Times of division and hatred.
And that we may obtain what you promise, make us love what you command: what's the promise? I'm not sure what the author has in mind. What's the command? That we love one another.
The Way of the Cross, a life of love and sacrifice, is the Way of Life. That's the command.
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pic: in 1983 or 1984 I bought a new Renault station wagon. medium blue, stick shift, loved it, and I had cruise control installed so I could better enjoy driving it back and forth between home in Pennsylvania and teaching my major weapons system acquisition courses in the masters degree political science curriculum at the University of West Florida. It was a lot more fun than the new Cadillac sedans I bought in those years just to satisfy my lifelong lust.
My other car that was huge fun and that I loved was a Ford Taurus MT5 station wagon, also a manual stick shift, a real car with a clutch pedal. I saw it on the Ford dealer's lot in Apalachicola and hurried to buy it before it disappeared.
Would I buy a stick shift car again? In a minute. In a minute.
Life has been a hoot. I've done many things, none of which I would change except for the Times I didn't treat people lovingly, each of which haunts me to this day.
If you find yourself in a position that you don't like, change, make a change, bolt if you have to and change. Life is short and we haven't much Time.
Why the car picture this morning? well, I've found out that when I post a car picture at the top of my blogpost, nobody reads even bothers to open it, much less read it!
Happy Saturday to all. I think we're for eight o'clock church tomorrow morning, but I'm not sure, because one of the things I've found out that doesn't bother me is that I'm not in charge around here, nomesane?
mox nix mir
T91