Saturday, 13 February 2010

Nature - red in tooth and claw.

Florida life has much more to offer than the "early-bird - all you can eat" special at the local cafe, with a parking lot filled with big-assed Cadillac and Mercury cars.

There is sex.

I have seen squirrels, snapping turtles, muscovy ducks, and mocking birds in the very act of copulation.

There is violence.

I have seen mocking birds as they dive bombed-crows.   I have seen crows as they dive-bombed hawks.  I have seen a hawk as she/he tried to snatch a duck for a mid-day lunch.

There is murder.

I did not see the murder, but I discovered the skeletal remains.   They were in "no-mans land", a slightly wooded area between Glen Oaks Ridge  (where I live), and Glen Oaks Manor where Ben lives.  I walk  through this area several times each day as I take my dog Penne for her frequent walks.

Here are some photo's at the scenes of  the crime.

My guess is that the victim was a possum.  But I am no biologist, and I'd love to hear other opinions.

I also suspect that a hawk was the "perp", aided and abetted by some vultures who cleaned up the bones.









Friday, 12 February 2010

Three unrelated items, for fun and enjoyment.

Punctuation saves lives.

'Let's eat Grandma!' or

'Let's eat, Grandma!'




Thursday, 11 February 2010

Emrich - Fred and Diana

Fred and Diana Emrich came to my home for dinner tonight.

I knew Fred when I was Rector at St. Stephen's, Pittsfield and he was Rector at St. James', Greenfield - both parishes in the Diocese of Western Massachusetts.

Other will remember Fred from many years ago when he was the curate at St, Peter's, Beverley, MA under the tutelage of the Rector there, the Revd. Homer McCue (sp?)

Diana is a wonderful woman who was born of British parents in India, and then educated in England.

Diana and Fred have been married for about 18 months.

I re-encountered Fred, and met Diana for the first time, last year. They were wintering on Longboat Key, Sarasota, FL and I "bumped into them" one Sunday at All Angels Church on Longboat Key.

It is good to be re-acquainted with a former colleague (Fred), and to get to know a new person (Diana).


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Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Random thoughts, with no deep consequences.


Tyres (Tires) are awfully expensive.  I truly needed two replacements - so I am out of pocket $239 plus tax.

Denise, the service clerk who takes care of me at the Hyundai dealership is cool. She remembers my name, and I get the sense that she truly cares about her work.

Riding a ‘bus in Sarasota is O.K.    My local route 6 will take me to the Sarasota Mall, to downtown Sarasota (three minutes walk from Resurrection House), or to within a four minute walk from the Hyundai dealership.  The ‘bus runs every 30 minutes, it is usually on time, and my “senior citizen” ticket costs me only 35 cents.

I find it hard to think of myself as a “senior citizen”, but I was glad to take the ‘bus today, from the car dealership to Res. House and back.

It’s O.K. to get angry with my homeless friends at Res. House when they screw up.  To be “nice” to them all the time would be a form of patronisation. 

When G-d gets angry with me it is because she loves me.

I could never summon the energy to be a “vegan”, but I am on my way to becoming a semi-vegetarian. Breakfast was a banana with peanut butter; lunch was red leaf lettuce and tomato with a skimpy bit of beef; dinner was a host of butter beans with 3oz of grilled salmon.  I am on the cusp of eliminating all red meat from my diet.

Doritos are my favourite snack.  I “lust” after them, but I have not given into that lust for three months!

Whatever you think, I know that cats recognise their names.




Monday, 8 February 2010

National. Local. Personal.

National.

The following is as reported by the Boston Globe/

If and when conservatives recaptured Washington, Mrs Palin said she would call for "America's spirit to rise again, to go back to our roots as a God-fearing nation" that would "start seeking some divine intervention".


My serious question is “When was America a God-fearing nation”?

Local.

“G” (see “A tale of two persons [2]”) called me today. I happened to be in his neighbourhood so I drove to his home.

In the U.K. He lives in a council flat.
In the U.S.A. He lives in an apartment in a project.

His monthly disability check had not arrived as should have happened. He asked me to lend him some
money. I refused, but said that I would give him five bucks.

When I had done this he asked for a ride to ‘Wendys” to buy a hamburger. I was a wee bit pissed at this until he told me that for two days he’d had nothing to eat but dry bread. So instead of driving him to Wendys' we went to the supermarket where I bought $75 worth of good and healthy food to tide him over for a few weeks.

Our choices were limited as he has no utensils save only a small saucepan - no plates or dishes, no silverware (cutlery) - no - well nothing other than one saucepan and some plastic utensils. I had to buy some paper plates and cereal bowls, plus one sharp knife

On Wednesday I’ll try to be a God-fearing American, and will take him to “Goodwill” (in British terms a “Charity Shop”), to buy some plates, dishes, cutlery, pots and pans etc.


I get angry, and it makes me weep that folks like “G” are left to drift on the waves, and dashed against the rocks in this our prosperous Nation. Neither Mrs Palin, nor President Obama offer hope for the “Gs” of this country.

Personal.

It surprises me that I have become so devoted to my adopted dog Penne.

Most days I think that she has adopted me.

Although it may not be intellectually sound, I assert that Penne and I need each other.

There is something in animal/human bonding that leads me to believe that she seems to be so devoted to me. She always wants to be physically near me. Wherever I am in my home she is nearby, with at least one eye focused on me.

There is something in animal/human bonding that leads me to know that I am devoted to her. I will do my very best for the welfare of this beast.

Here, I suspect, is common ground for Mrs. Palin and me. I suspect that she and I are both inordinately fond of our animal pets.


Sunday, 7 February 2010

Fame at last!

At a 12th Night concert last month at All Angels Church on Longboat Key I sang the role of Good King Wenceslas, with a wonderful young girl, Chase Ryan, as my page. It was not until today that I learned that the "Longboat Key Observer" had published a photo' of our starring roles. Here it is!