Povey Prattle

YOUR LIFE DOES NOT DEPEND ON THIS! I think that it was in the Food and Wine supplement of my local newspaper  (the Sarasota Herald-Tribune) that I saw a recipe for fried eggs. At first I thought "who needs a recipe for something as mundane as this?"    But I read the recipe which offered fried eggs with fluffy whites and firm yolks. Then I tried it, and it works! First,  line the skillet with a smear of oil. Then, heat the skillet and oil on a medium to high setting. When the skillet and oil are hot  add the egg/s. As soon as the edge of the whites firm up, dip your finger into cold water, flick the water on the eggs, then reduce the heat and cover the skillet with a lid. After two or more minutes the egg/s will be ready. The whites will be wonderfully fluffy, and the yolks will be firm and well formed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...

I arrived very early at my ** Health Fit programme today and decided to check my e-mail and text messages as I waited. I looked at one text which contained a mailing address I needed, and then, like a fool, I deleted it by accident. In a voice which was just above a whisper I exclaimed "Oh shit",  whereupon two other people who were seated near me  in the waiting room started to laugh.  I had been totally unaware of their presence. Of course I apologised profusely, but my two "hearers" were so amused that they neither expected or desired an apology. Speaking of  ** Health Fit, it's a programme (via a Doctor's Prescription only) and run by our Sarasota Memorial Hospital. My Cardiologist wrote my prescription following my angiogram on May 5th during which he inserted a stent in my left descending artery. The precipitating problem had been a diagnosis of  peripheral arterial disease in my right leg. Recovery from cardio. proble...

They came today.  The grass mowers that is. They came with their noisy, behemoth-like mowing machines.   (I am told that these machines  are banned in most cemeteries because the noise is sure to wake the dead). They came with their edgers , trimmers, and leaf blowers.  A veritable festival of noise and gas/petrol fumes. Then my very good and pleasant neighbor across the street decided to trim his bushes. (He is somewhat obsessive about this).  Of course he used those noisy electrically operated trimmers). Not to be outdone, another neighbour   ( a truly arrogant jerk in the opinion of many of us), could not resist the use of his electric leaf blower to blow bits of dust off his prized Camaro. NOISE POLLUTION invaded my ears today. Oh my dear friends, I live a very quiet life.  I never play music, listen to the radio, or watch T.V.  at home ( though I did tune into C.N.N. for an hour last Saturday as the dreadful events in Ch...

Berlin 1933 Charlottesville 2017