Mornin’ all! One is up, semi-combed, & a bit after sunrise out on the patio / balcony uploading coffee as usual and catchin’ up w my imaginary friends. 77F/25C going up to 83F/28C w light breeze. Usual morning puffy clouds with no rain expected; another day in paradise. Being Saturday, the irkers going to irk are few, and the pedestrians and joggers out to enjoy a peregrination to the beach are many. A bit later the lazier beachgoers in cars will show up in force.
Up close, ocean freighters are rusty, crude, noisy industrial machines full of crude, dirty industrial dudes making loud noise. From a distance they always look somehow serene, romantic, & wistfully exotic. We often see one a mile-ish offshore heading too / from one of the three nearby commercial harbors. Today there were two cruising slowly by shining brightly in the fresh sun. Pretty. From a distance.
Uncharacteristically, Her Ladyship decided to procrastinate on shopping for the Easter Feast-ette, so today we shall go. In her version of events I suspect she was waiting so all the ingredients would be as fresh as possible. I’ll be damned if I see the difference between potatoes or green beans bought on Fri or Sat to be eaten on Sun, but in her world such things matter.
The good news is our area has enough stores and enough Easter non-observers (waves hand) that I’m not expecting an ugly mob scene. It helps we’re making a mostly non-traditional feast, so we’re not chasing the same high demand items as everybody else.
It is becoming mildly tiresome my car isn’t fixed yet. I shall fuss mightily (and mightily ineffectually) upon its eventual pickup, likely mid-week upcoming. One hopes.
Just to be clear, she’s hawt to me & just likes getting fancy. Although most of her fashion items came from Wal*mart; how she finds cute stuff there of all misbegotten places is a total mystery to me. She’s in good shape for 64, but she is 64. With the skin, persnickety nature, & worldly resignation to match.
It’s not like I’ve got some 30yo yoga instructor / arm candy fashion chick. Wouldn’t want to mislead or annoy the assembled mumpers with unseemly bragging.