Mornin’ all!! About 30 minutes pre-dawn so the sky’s just lightening in tinges of red & purple. Few clouds and a cool 65/18 on the way to a sunny 86/30.
Bats: We used to have them pretty routinely when I lived on the lake in MO. I always enjoyed them although I’ve never been able to hear their pings. Whenever my late first wife or I would spot them we’d call the other out to watch. “Go bats! Eat bugs!” was our encouraging cheerleading. I’ve not seen bats in other areas I’ve lived.
No conversation about bats would be complete without mention of downtown Austin’s famous bat bridge: Bats in Austin, TX (austintexas.org). See Shoe, no preview box just for you. 
I’ve been to the bridge several times during the day, and heard (and smelled) the sleeping colony gently sort of chirping at one another. I’ve never been to Austin with the right schedule to attend the mass fly-out at dusk. It attracts quite the crowd of humans to see the ginormous crowd of bats.
Leftovers from last week’s MMP:
FCM: welcome home from that ordeal and welcome to the next one. Here’s hoping your day at the hospital with MIL goes well. Or at least as well as it can.
Yaay!! I know you were hoping to not have a window facing your way, but replacing that firetrap is sure to result in better tenants.
The correct term for those little ones is “LBTBs” = Little Brown Tweety Birds. Pronounced “elBee-TEEbeez” 
When I lived in the highrise near downtown St. Louis there was a redtail who lived in or near our building. We’d often spot it perched on someone’s balcony railing. Very few pigeons about and we always credited the hawk with that.
We do have some hawks & sea eagles around here. We usually see them soaring over the golf course. Also some soaring white seabirds, egrets I think.
This. Can’t say it better. Congrats.
All that back and forth about pie crusts sure sounded tasty. I was the primary only cook for the 30+ years of my first marriage. I was never a baker. Yes, I can bake a basic loaf of bread & enjoy doing it. But just never got into baking sweets.
As to me:
My yesterday got fun, maybe too fun.
Had early afternoon beaching; very nice. Her Ladyship was attending her monthly sorority alum dinner that night so I was solo. One of my long-time pilot friends recently moved jobs from Dallas to Miami & lives about 15 miles / 30 minutes from here, also near the beach in a touristy zone w lots of eatin’ and drinkin’ within walking distance.
Anyhow we did a lot of that and I got home around midnight-30. I really need to figure out how to find the line between “do” and “overdo” while it’s still in the windshield, not in the rearview mirror. When I got home Her Ladyship was happily watching psychopaths. She said she’d had a fine evening with the ladies.
My pal and I had been nosing around the idea of taking a trip someplace; he travels LOTS and I’ve had the chance to travel very little. Early last night we settled on a plan. We leave here on Wed to go to Liberia Costa Rica. Liberia itself is nothing, but it’s the gateway to some great beaching in a sort of new age hippie kinda vibe colony called Tamarindo. We’ll do that Wed-Fri then his GF is flying down from Dallas where she still lives, so we’ll drive back to the airport, get her, then we’ll head inland to one of the volcano national parks for the weekend, then fly home on Mon. Should be fun.
Overall probably a pretty Bohemian and outdoorsy Mother Nature week, both of which I don’t get enough of here in the MetroBlob. Her Ladyship was not interested in this or the other couple of iterations that fell through already. So this will be our first stab at me traveling without her not for irk. She says she’s totally OK with it; we shall see.
One possible show-stopper issue is his Dad still lives in Dallas in a conventional apartment and at age 86 is now having all his wheels fall off at once. Besides rapidly fading ambition & memory, the acute problem is severe arthritic hip pain that the docs are badly under-medicating due to the opioid DEA scare. Leaving Dad not quite immobilized in his apartment, but close. He ought to have a hip replacement, but may have aged out of the window. Sigh. I’ve known Dad a long time, but we’ve not talked in about 3 years; back then he was still a force of Nature. Six months ago he was taking ocean cruises on his own. Pal tells me that now even if he could walk easily, the grocery store is challenging.
He ought to move to independent living near his two sons in Ft. Lauderdale. He used to live down here, so the idea of Florida is not anathema. They telI me that moving to Independent Living anywhere probably is anathema. Or at least was a month ago before his shit really hit the fan. We shall see, but I bet it’s not gonna be easy.
It’s now 8am after a couple of interruptions and I’ll get this on the wire.
Happy Moanday to all!! Cheers!
ETA: FCM those crotchet items are glorious! And hooray for favorable weather.
The BIL situation is obviously terrible, but at least it sounds like MIL is realistic about her expectations for herself and you two. The only thing worse than one person who won’t be realistic is two people who won’t be realistic. You dodged that bullet.
Congrats also on sleeping in. I failed in that. In bed at 1am and up at 5:45 and a bit bedraggled. Gonna be a nap in here somewhere.
The rolled ones are fine. I’m not crust snob! 
But…aren’t you supposed to say, “Well, Swampy’s gay”?