Saturday, 15 June 2013

Silly me

I was with my friends Bob and Ben on Friday evening June 14th 2013 and heard them talking about their Sunday plans re “Peridia”.

In all seriousness, and not trying to be funny, I said, “I didn't realise that there is an Opera in Sarasota this weekend”.

They laughed and laughed,  and then reminded me that “Peridia” is the name of a Country Club in Bradenton FL where they were planning to enjoy Sunday Brunch.

(There is no Opera named “Peridia” but there should be!)

Silly me.

Friday, 14 June 2013

Toilets. Towels. Titillation,

The plastic lever which is attached to the toilet flushing handle and thereby lifts the flush valve snapped yesterday morning.
I investigated and decided that this called for a minor replacement of a small part - which was well within my limited capability.
Or so I thought.  But I had not reckoned with the fact that the plastic nut which secures the handle was in reverse.  Hence, when I tried to open the nut I was simply tightening it. Frustration abounded.
Our Condominium Association’s handyman came to my rescue; He understood the reverse nut thing.
This good man tried to help, and so he bought a replacement part at our local independent hardware store. The first part that he bought was the wrong size, So he trotted off to the store and bought another part  -  which worked.
I asked him for a bill. He asked for $12. – to include the price of the new part and his labour.
I protested his charges for parts and labour and then wrote him a check/cheque for $20.
Even that was a bargain.


There comes a time when our hand, face, and bath towels have to be junked. They have served us well for many years, but the wear and tear of those years renders them more or less ineffective.
That’s all very well.
But the purchase of new towels brings its own frustrations: - i.e. they are abounding in loose lint, and have to be washed and dried for at least seven times before they are fit for use.
Does anyone know of a source of pre-washed, de-linted and affordable towels?

Yesterday evening (June 13th 2013) I noticed that a U.P.S. truck had been stuck across the road for at least 45 minutes, with its flashers flashing.   I figured that it was broken down.
But as I walked by with my dog Penne, other things became clear,
For right in front of the truck I saw a small “boxy” car (a Kia, or a Hyundai, or a Scion)
In the front seats of this car I observed the UPS driver (in the front passenger seat), and a young woman (in the drivers’ seat.)

They were – as they say – in a comprising situation,

Without much thought or evidence I told the woman to “”go back to your husband””
 I told the UPS driver to “get the hell out of our neighbourhood”

As Penne and I walked on, the woman sped away in her car like a bat outta hell.
After a minute or two my dog and I retraced our steps.  The UPS driver was by now in the back of his van and was fiddling around with various parcels and packages.
Once again I encouraged him to “get back to his work”. He asserted that he had been simply having some lunch with his paramour -  then he too drove off.

I am not sure if I was being prurient, judgemental, or wise.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Penne tails

Penne continues to delight, and sometimes surprise me.

Most often when we leave our home for the first early morning walk we turn left at the end of my short driveway and head east.

After some three hundred yards when we get to an intersection we have a choice.  We can turn left again, for a shorter walk.  Or we can turn right for a longer walk.

Penne gives me many glances as we approach the intersection. For you see, she loves to take the longer walk. If I begin to move right Penne’s pace picks up, she shows excitement, and she starts to pull me hard.

I am not sure that Penne is happy cos it’s a longer walk. I tend to believe that there is something about the section of Circus Boulevard which we take on the long walk which intrigues and delights her.

Tropical Storm Andrea passed by last week.  There was no major damage but our streets and grassy areas were littered with broken tree branches, fallen Spanish moss, and dead palm leaves.  Penne was in heaven. Each bit of debris drew her attention -  it was something new -  and therefore had to be sniffed and christened.  (She does this even if no more than a few leafy twigs have dropped from a tree).

She still has her wimpy moments.  She freezes at the sight of any other dog and when I continue to walk she pulls me into a large arc so that we can avoid the other beast.

That’s all except for Basil, the Shar-pei. Penne adores him, and he is very sweet to her.  I’ll soon have to break the news to Penne that her “boyfriend” is moving away.  He and his owner have sold their local home.

On one of our routes we have to cross a bit of a road where there is no sidewalk.  This road has a lot of crushed sea shells as part of its surface -  Penne finds this to be unkind to her feet.  So I hold her leash at arm’s length (a la dogshow) and let her walk on some grass.  Then she trots with great elegance.  It is a lovely sight.

She has some odd new behaviours which started three or four weeks ago.  When Penne and I are at the end of a walk and are about fifty yards from home she now stops at least three times, and then turns to look at me. She refuses to move until I have tickled her ears or nuzzled her muzzle.
Last evening (June 12th) my friends Ben, Bob, Ron and Charlotte came to my home for drinks and nibbles.  At about ten minutes before their e.t.a. I told Penne that her friends Ben, Bob, Ron and Charlotte were on their way.  She started yipping for joy. As it happened my guests arrived at the same time, so I allowed Penne to run out into the driveway to greet them.

She whooped and hollered with sheer glee – running from one to another in a frenzy of excitement.  Penne likes these folks enormously, and I am delighted that they adore her.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

A tale of three neighbours. (Tuesday's blog entry revised)

There is neighbour A, neighbour B, and Neighbour C
They live side by side   in a single story triplex condominium unit.
 B has had her moments – in which she has variously described A as a “m-f”, or as an  “s-0-b”.  But then again she’s also said this about a fair number of other residents.
Earlier this year A and B began to have some simple and civilised chats after not having spoken to each other for close to two years.
In more recent months B has had various health problems. At one time she was close to death.
 A wishes that he could help B but it ain’t that simple.
B returned yesterday from yet another hospital stay.  She chatted for a wee while in the driveway with A and C.   Then  C helped A her into the house.  But A, just out of the hospital, could not get into bed, so in due course A and C had to call the EMT’s . 
B refused any treatment, but they did manage to lift her into her bed.
The EMT’s were back again today, together with a fire truck.  Once  again B refused to be hospitalised.
A and C believe that B is a danger to herself, and possibly to us.  Some folks believe that she is a hoarder.   With her likely/ possible hoarding come rats - some of which have wandered through the eaves into A and C’s homes.  B is also a chain smoker (surrounded as she is by indoor trash).  This is scary.   With that in mind A expressed his concerns with the Fire Dept Lieutenant today.
He in turn promised to report the situation to some State authority or other, in the hope that B can be freed from her own predicament. 
A and C shall wait and see.  
There may well be a Maginot line between B’s rights and A and B’s concerns.

But A and C do not welcome rats, and hate the thought of a fire.

Monday, 10 June 2013

A courageous Bishop in South Caroliona

Story via

Imagine the scene: The Diocese of South Carolina’s bishop was in his office at St. Philip’s Church in downtown Charleston when one of his own priests stormed in, unhinged by rage.
The armed priest was irate about Bishop William Alexander Guerry’s efforts to advance racial equality in the church. The priest shot Guerry. Then he shot and killed himself.

Guerry died four days later at Roper Hospital, reportedly uttering Jesus’ words: “Forgive him, Father, he knew not what he did.”

The tragic scene took place on June 5, 1928, 85 years ago this past week.

To honor Guerry, Grace Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston is celebrating a “feast day” today and is dedicating a chapel in the church to the bishop’s memory.

Guerry is not officially on the list of “Holy Women, Holy Men,” a compilation of church saints published by the Episcopal Church. However, Grace members and others are taking early steps to get his story out there in hopes that one day he will become the first South Carolinian to be included. “It’s quite a story,” said diocesan Chancellor Thomas Tisdale, who is in the final writing stages of a play about Guerry. “He is a hero.”

Yet when Tisdale began researching Guerry’s history, he was surprised how few lifelong Episcopalians in town knew much about the bishop’s violent demise or his beliefs. “It’s like it has been erased,” Tisdale said.

Guerry, a South Carolina native, is buried at the historic St. Philip’s. He attended what today is Porter-Gaud School, then studied at and later became chaplain at the University of the South, where he was also professor of homiletics and pastoral theology.

Guerry was one of the few Southern bishops who supported the Social Gospel, according to Episcopal Church archives. Among issues that angered the murderous priest was Guerry’s support for installing a black bishop to minister to black parishioners as a way to keep both races under the same church umbrella, Tisdale said. “He was looking for ways to keep African-Americans in the church,” Tisdale said. “It was very controversial and was a lot of the reason the priest who shot him became so enraged.”

The priest previously had written that, if allowed, the bishop would harm the principle of white supremacy, according to a history of Guerry’s life posted on Grace Episcopal’s site,

Tisdale said that part of the renewed focus on Guerry is due partly to the bishop’s emphasis on unity, which reverberates today as social and theological issues divide Episcopalians and other Christians.

William Alexander Guerry

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Morning Song

So, each morning I awake with a song in my mind.

That “song du jour” refuses to leave me until mid morning.\

It drives me “nuts”.

Three days ago it was the evangelical hymn “Teach me thy way O Lord”. 

Then it was “Nellie the Elephant”.   

Today it was “My Grandfather’s Clock”.

I offer you these tunes for your personal morning botheration.