Povey Prattle

The last drop (1). I've owned the flashlight/torch for more than twenty years.  But I dropped into onto a hard surface for one too many times, making it erratic in its performance.   Bye bye good flasher! The last drop (2). I am sparing, nay even skimpy, in my use of hair shampoo.  I got the last drop from this one yesterday.  I had made the bottle  last for one whole year! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I replaced the flashlight/torch with a three pack  -  on sale at Walgreen's for ten bucks.  (Yes, three for $10) Each one takes three AAA batteries and has a brilliant LED beam. The batteries cost more than the three torches.

via my friend David L.

Kudos to Annie Rogers and Kippy Altini,  they were the winners who identified  SMELT. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smelt_(fish) I still find it odd that I had been thinking of these fish for a few weeks,  (they were prized by my late good friend Ben Morse), but that I could not remember what they were called until the up and coming Sarasota "Detwilers Farm Market" was selling them a couple of days ago. Fish is good for Breakfast.  So it was that I pan fried some smelt in olive oil this morning,  until they were crispy.   This will disgust some of my American friends:  "Crispy" means eating the whole fish  (sans head) --  the skin, bones, tail and flesh - all of it. Food for the gods I say! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thinking of smelt ( as we all often do!  ), there is another delicious fish, smaller even than Smelt. but also delicious. These are from Lithuania, and are a delicious "snack fish&q

I've been thinking for a couple of weeks about a small fish which my late friend Ben M. liked greatly; a fish which was sometimes sold at our late and lamented Sweetbay supermarkets. In recent years this fish has not  been available in any local markets, nor could I remember what it was called. It seemed silly to ask the various fishmongers " I can't remember what they are called,  but do you ever have some of those delicious small fish which are delicious when pan-fried?" Then the energy of the universe  caught wind of my thoughts about this fish,  and arranged matters!   So "lo and behold" I saw some this morning,  and bought some at Sarasota's Detwilers Farm Market. You betcha that I will be pan-frying some for my breakfast tomorrow (Jan 23rd w2020). How many of you remember what they are called? How many of you have ever eaten them?

My first love was Penne I waited a while after her death before adopting Ben in March 2017 Ben came from Sarasota's Racing Dog Rescue Program in March 2017.   I liked him so much, and can still "feel" his wet nose as we walked, and he nudged my hand. But this fabulous greyhound had acute separation anxiety when I was not in sight. He bent the bars of his crate inwards (leaving blood from his jaws  on the tiled floor).  I left him in the car one day whilst shopping and he chewed through my driver's seat belt. That cost me over $400 to replace.  It wasn't about the money, but it was about the money. The poor boy was so lonely.  He went back to the RDRP and has been re-homed with  a family which already has a Grey.  There he is doing splendidly, 'cause he has a pal! Greyhound Racing has now been abolished in Florida. I tried another adoption later in 2017 via the Humane Society of Sarasota County. This time it was with Izzy, a Ca

He has brought unmitigated joy to me:   to my friends and neighbours;  to the "regulars" we meet when walking in Sarasota's Bayfront Park and Arlington Park;  to the memory impaired men and women at Anchin Pavilion (Sarasota), and Discovery Village (Bradenton); to the GLBTQ young people at ALSOYouth in Sarasota; to students at New College, Sarasota. and the list goes on, even as my gratitude increases. At ALSOYouth With my Letter Carrier. With my friends Charlotte and Ron Zion at repose With my great nice Bree, visiting from England. With my recently deceased friend Betty With my Church friend D'Arlene With Den who was once wary of dogs. With Jake, son of Jonathan and Andi Taylor (Andi was formerly the Assistant Rector at St. Boniface Church, Siesta Key, Sarasota.) Two years. Twenty four months. And nothing but two years of unmitigated joy for me; with not a few tears on account of h

Publix, North Beneva Rd I was at this store the other day, shopping for a bottle of wine from the lower shelves (cheapest wine!). He, a fifty something "decent looking bloke", was all but crouched down, looking at the shelf with intense concentration, and  blocking my access to the bottle of plonk which had caught my attention. I waited for two hours or so,   (huma!)   and said "excuse me please". He sprang to his feet and said  "I am SO  sorry". I grinned and replied "sorry would be enough, you did not need to add the SO ".  (In other words, this is not a big deal), His grin matched mine.  "You are correct", he  said.  We high-fived each other and continued on our merry shopping ways. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I told this tale to my friend Amanda, and she reminded me of this old saw. (Jacob is part of the meme, I have no idea who he is),