So here we are with this today, not a big threat at the moment but looks like it could curve around and maybe give us fits this Time next week? Maybe, maybe not. Our hurricane kit of food &c is ready to go on a moment's notice, but we'll need a tank of gasoline. Not to mention bringing all the stuff in off 7H porches. Thinking positive, though. In event of evacuation, where to head out to? The worst would be out on the road stuck in unmoving traffic as a major hurricane sweeps through. And as always, my concern would be Kristen. The place having stood strong (but with damage) through Category 5 Hurricane Michael in October 2018, we might be safest sticking right here in Harbour Village no matter what, eh? As Yul Brynner pondered in The King and I, "... is a puzzlement." Time will tell. ++++++++ Earth continues its course around the Sun and the calendar - - an earthling construct of Time that means nothing in the greater immensities of the Universe - - moves on suc...

My father was born 115 years ago today, June 11, 1911 in Pensacola, Florida. Several days later he was brought home to St Andrews on the steamer SS TARPON, by his parents A D Weller and Carrie Lee Godfrey Weller - - the coming home event was recorded in a current issue of The St Andrews Bay News.  Somewhere around here I have a photograph of Mom, my grandmother, holding my father as an infant as she sits at the top of the steps out front of their house, which at the Time was where The Old Place is now but before it was built. It was the blue house that is now at the SE corner of 9th Street and Calhoun Avenue in St Andrews. My father's oldest memory was as a baby, watching the electric lightbulb hanging down from a wire in either the dining room or the kitchen, swing back and forth as that house was rolled across Calhoun Avenue on logs, from its old place to where it is now, so The Old Place could be built on its lot.  Somewhere around here also, I have a photo of my fathe...

My drive to blog is expiring. Even the loosened fingers perch idle over the keys as I think about going back to bed - - up way too early, but WTH, last evening I was so exhausted that I was asleep for the night between seven-thirty and eight o'clock, opened eyes to look at the clock reading 11:30 PM and back to sleep. Open eyes again at 1:30 AM ending a weird dream in which five men, shady characters,  were caught having a meeting in my bathroom and refused to leave even when I brought in a police officer to force them out. The officer went out and returned with a rifle, but they ignored us and went on with their meeting. In hospitality, I brought them a plate of sandwiches, which led the police officer, a woman, to think I wasn't serious about expelling them. When I woke up at 1:30 they were still in there.  It was a big bathroom, with huge, comfortable brown leather English-club-type chairs.  Anyway, up at 1:30, sat outside on 7H porch enjoying life, Time, and the Unive...

  Ten-thirty church and now back home digging into my snack, a jar of Vita brand herring in sour cream, with a sip per bite of martini on the rocks: splash of dry vermouth, splash of olive juice from the olive jar to make it dirty, two giant green olives, an unmeasured and generous pour of Boodles gin. Stir stir stir because it's in a drinking glass, not a martini shaker. Herring and gin martini go well. I also enjoy Vita's pickled herring in wine & vinegar. It's all a treat that should be enjoyed with ice cold vodka, which I've done, but poured and stirred a haphazard martini this Time, usually I'm more measured and precise, but to hell with that, nomesane?  For upcoming Fathers' Day I've ordered enough frozen lobster meat to make us a couple of lobster rolls, Linda prefers the tail meat, I prefer the knuckle and claw, so some of each. Also for Fathers' Day I'm considering ordering from NYC Russ & Daughters' Deli, a couple of their herri...

  Trinity Sunday, and our OT reading is the creation story that runs from Genesis 1:1 through 2:4a. It could be called the "E" story because it features Elohim the Creating God creating all that is, seen and unseen; and creating by Word alone, "YeHi," "Let there be." The Christian lore of the Gospel according to John takes up a Greek philosophical slant about The Logos (the Word), where the Logos is the primal force driving creation's origins and ongoing existence; somewhat like Jesus as both Shepherd and Sheep (the Lamb of God), in the Genesis 1 Creation Story as Gospel John has it, Logos the Word is both God the Speaker and the Word that is spoken; which is to say theologically that Jesus Christ the Logos is known to us in and as the Word of God. Some scholars call this (Genesis 1:1-2"4a) the "P" story because it seems to have been written by a priestly intellectual in Jerusalem after the Judeans' return from the Babylonian Exile; ...

SomeTimes, usually not but someTimes I fix a little snack to have with my mug of hot & black; this morning three Triscuits, each with a bit of cheese and a touch of mayonnaise to hold the cheese from falling off.  It's interesting. From the almost "fleeting" taste, I'm never sure it's really cheese at all: hoop cheese from a small wedge that I bought at Tanya's Garden. And this is the interesting part: not the cheese, but the reason why I'm drawn to buy it now and then:  When I was a boy growing up, seems like there was almost always hoop cheese in the icebox (then later, in the early 1940s, the refrigerator). My father would take out the wedge of hoop cheese, with his pocket knife cut off a bite of it, and nibble on it. He once told me they'd had it at home when he was a boy growing up.  He liked it best when it had been sitting on the kitchen counter instead of cooling in the icebox.  It can't be cold; hoop cheese has to be room temperature, ...