In the middle of the day, a couple of days ago, I had the biggest craving for pot roast. Not just any pot roast - Mom's Pot Roast. Holy Cow, I wanted some of that so bad I was ready to fly to VA and beg Queen Rose to make it. I ended up going to lunch yesterday at a local restaurant (Roadhouse) where I knew they served a pot roast dinner (called Nana's Pot Roast). It doesn't compare to hers, but I thought it would curb the craving. I looked at the menu and to my disappointment, did not see it. Fortunately, we had the server who likes us because we used to come in all the time. She checked in the kitchen and they said that they'd hook me up. They did; it was good, but still couldn't compare. But now I'm not distracted by the thought of it.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Pot Roast
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Peacocks, Cats, Lizards
All of the above have wandered across my patio at some point today. I sit on the sofa and watch Binks and Mr. Bond as they observe a female (peahen?) who is equally curious about them. They each look at each other through the screen, not sure what reaction would be appropriate.
This is the first time I've opened the blinds when the peacock flock was out and about. The boys have heard their calls before, but haven't seen them. A large-ish male struts past, sweeping his luxurious tale across the brick patio, as if clearing the way for some VIP behind him. Eventually, the flock decides to move on across N. Atlantic, causing numerous vehicles to stop and wait while the poke and strut at their own pace. There is no hurrying these large avians. The story of them is unknown to me (at least with any certainty), but I believe someone told me it's the same as monkeys. Some rich idiot bought a bunch of them, cared for them for a while, and when the rich person died, they were cut loose into the wild. Of course, I've never seen a monkey. But I see the peacocks almost every day.
After the flock has gone, a stray gray striped tabby wanders onto the patio, sniffing the trail of the peahen. The tabby sees Mr. Bond, still resting in the sun spot from the patio door. They meow at each other through the screen, but when a motorcycle passes, Tabby decides he/she is too close to the road and moves on to the next patio.
A little while later, a tiny lizard, maybe 2 inches including tail, rests on a warm brick and soaks up sunlight. Mr. Bond sniffs at the screen, remembering the scent of frequent prey from his two previous homes at the Towers and the Palm Tree House. Binks is blissfully unaware of the lizard. He might not care even if he did see it.
I finish watching the Top 20 on VH1 and close the blinds on the sun. The day is getting hot and so is the house now. Time for a little housekeeping and maybe a walk. Maybe.
This is the first time I've opened the blinds when the peacock flock was out and about. The boys have heard their calls before, but haven't seen them. A large-ish male struts past, sweeping his luxurious tale across the brick patio, as if clearing the way for some VIP behind him. Eventually, the flock decides to move on across N. Atlantic, causing numerous vehicles to stop and wait while the poke and strut at their own pace. There is no hurrying these large avians. The story of them is unknown to me (at least with any certainty), but I believe someone told me it's the same as monkeys. Some rich idiot bought a bunch of them, cared for them for a while, and when the rich person died, they were cut loose into the wild. Of course, I've never seen a monkey. But I see the peacocks almost every day.
After the flock has gone, a stray gray striped tabby wanders onto the patio, sniffing the trail of the peahen. The tabby sees Mr. Bond, still resting in the sun spot from the patio door. They meow at each other through the screen, but when a motorcycle passes, Tabby decides he/she is too close to the road and moves on to the next patio.
A little while later, a tiny lizard, maybe 2 inches including tail, rests on a warm brick and soaks up sunlight. Mr. Bond sniffs at the screen, remembering the scent of frequent prey from his two previous homes at the Towers and the Palm Tree House. Binks is blissfully unaware of the lizard. He might not care even if he did see it.
I finish watching the Top 20 on VH1 and close the blinds on the sun. The day is getting hot and so is the house now. Time for a little housekeeping and maybe a walk. Maybe.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Mourning Dove Resting On My House
I have no idea why the pictures from my phone are always tinted blue, but I'm finding it to be annoying. But it's better than no pictures at all, I suppose.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Night Shuttle Launch From the Cape
The pictures below are from a night launch of the shuttle. I don't remember how long ago this was; at least a month, I'm sure. It was about 2:30 a.m. and a crowd of people gathered on the beach near my house to watch. It was very overcast, but it was still quite impressive in my opinion. I hope there's another one soon when it isn't cloudy out. I'd really love to see one in all its glory.
We had thunder storms yesterday and last night. Really pretty ones. During the day, they just made the sky dark and the power flash. But last night, as I drove home with Linda from watching a friend's band, I watched another of Nature's beautiful light shows take place over my home as I approached it from farther southwest. It seemed like all the lightning was coming from the center of one huge cloud that overtook the entire sky with each flash.
Ahhh... I love a good light show. I think I'll go down to the beach today and try to look less pale. I have no idea why I'm connecting last night's storms with sunbathing today, but there you have it: My insane mind revealed in just a few simple words. Gotta love it.
Ahhh... I love a good light show. I think I'll go down to the beach today and try to look less pale. I have no idea why I'm connecting last night's storms with sunbathing today, but there you have it: My insane mind revealed in just a few simple words. Gotta love it.
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