We had house guests for a couple days this week; an old and dear friend of Nancy’s and her daughter. I haven’t seen either since about 1975; Renee was 5 years old. They live in the St. Pete area but still have family in Altamonte so they tacked us onto the end of a family visit. We talked and talked and then talked some more for two days straight. The weather was perfect so we spent hours down on the dock sipping adult beverages, a couple boat rides, fishing, and just talking and laughing. We had a Thanksgiving style turkey dinner one night and pasta the next. The pasta noodles were home made spinach and kale noodles, yours truly as the chef; and sauce was made the day before with fresh tomatoes from the garden, chef Nancy presiding. Of course salad using three different kinds of lettuce about 30 minutes from the garden and cherry tomatoes. I’m sure we’ll see them again before too long.
My neighbor, George, is having heart problems again. This time it’s self induced. He has a pace maker with a defib and up until last week it worked just fine. Last week while loading firewood onto a cart at dusk, he tripped on a log and fell hard onto the log. Right after that his heart started acting up, basically maintaining the same heart beat rate independent of his activity level. Turns out one of the leads on the pace maker pulled out or was partially dislodged. They tried a corrective procedure to pop the voltage a bit which appeared to work but only for a few days. So the next step, later this week, is to try to reinsert the lead. That could be an out patient event if all goes well.
The hawks continue to call this home and the garden, their dining room. Most mornings when I do the first check, at least one and sometimes all three are perched on the bean poles and every now and then, eating something they just caught. In case you wondered, they eat 100% of whatever they catch; teeth, hair, bones, meat. When they finish, there’s nothing but a wet spot on the pole. Also spotted the first robin’s of the season. I prefer the owls since the robin’s will tear up my baby lettuce. I don’t really want the hawks to chow down on the robins but…………… I know that the two feedings I observed were rodents, not birds and I’ve not seen the tell tale sign of feathers around the feeding pole. From the perch they have a great view of the compost pile and my guess is that mice are attracted to that. The thing that still amazes me is how tolerant they are of me playing around the garden within 10’ of the perch; not spooky at all.
I’m having some problems with the French president and his love life news. It’s a definitional rather than a moral problem. I couldn’t care less about the French president’s love life and just assumed they all kept a mistress on the side. It first came out that he was having an “affair” with a movie actress. I assumed he was married because in my definition, you have to be married to be having an affair. They kept referring to his significant other as the “first lady”. Again, I assumed that was his wife; you have to be married to have a “first lady”. You can have a “first girlfriend” I guess but not a first lady. I was shocked, then, to find out that the first lady was actually not his wife and that the “affair” was having a fling with a second girlfriend. Then he announced there was a new “First Lady”. Yeah, I don’t think so.