Silent Sunday: Woody is not saying a word.

Poor Woody is still alone and looks a bit ‘down in the mouth’ today.

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I hope that your Sunday has been a happy one.

 

 

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WPC: Christmas Eve Sunset Glow

For this week’s photo challenge, Jen H asks us to share a glowing image.

Last year, hubby and I took an Antarctic cruise to celebrate our Golden Wedding anniversary. On Christmas Eve as our ship sailed out of Punta Arenas, Chile, and we prepared ourselves for an evening of festivities, we were treated to the view of a most gorgeous, glowing sunset. One of the many special moments to remember from our amazing trip.

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I hope you’re all enjoying a splendid week.

Wordless Wednesday: Let’s Go Our Separate Ways

Yesterday, the always alone Woody wood stork, seemed to have finally found a friend. “Hey beautiful, how about a date this evening?”

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Ms. Wilma wood stork, although quite flattered by his attentions, decided that he wasn’t quite handsome enough for her, besides which, her mother had warned her not to talk to strangers.  She replied as she stalked off, “Thanks but no thanks, Woody. You go your way and I’ll go mine.”

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Nice try, Woody, Better luck next time.

 

 

 

Sequel to Mr. GBH’s Fishing Expedition

So, yesterday at breakfast time, Mr. GBH didn’t have much luck in our backyard. After flying over to the other side of the water to see whether he could find better pickings, he decided to return here just before lunch. He stood  for a few minutes peering into the water, then all of a sudden disappeared from view,  triumphantly emerging a few seconds later, proudly bearing a very decent catch.

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“Wow, look at me now!” he bragged as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of hapless, wriggling fish. “No point in fighting. Your fate is sealed, and there’s no escape for you my fishy friend. Just keep still and and I’ll have you down the hatch in one gulp,”  he promised, as he struggled to manoevre his unlucky prey around to a more manageable angle.

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In less time than it takes to say “Fish for lunch,” poor Mr. Fishy who had just been out for a bit of  Sunday morning swimming practice, found himself right inside his captor’s  expanding gullet. With the strains of Pink Floyd’s ‘Goodbye Cruel World’ echoing in his head, he descended into the blackness and mercifully knew no more.

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“Well that was absolutely delicious,” said a very satisfied Mr. GBH, as he strutted off to find a shady spot for his siesta.

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I hope your week is happier than was Mr. Fishy’s Sunday. Perhaps you’ll  be as successful as Mr. GBH. It just takes a bit of patience and perseverance to get the prize.

Silent Sunday: Mr. GBH in a reflective mood

“So much noise here yesterday with all that chain-sawing after Irma passed through. Hmm…..I wonder where my breakfast is hiding?”

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“Can’t see many big fish here. I think they all got scared away. That’s not good at all.”

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“I think I’ll have to try my luck over the other side.”

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I hope he found something for Sunday breakfast. Happy Sunday to you all.

All’s Well That Ends Well

Here I am on the other side of Irma. I’ve never experienced a hurricane before, but they do say that there’s a first time for everything. Irma was one really wild woman and I certainly wouldn’t want her to come visiting again. Compared to many people, we escaped very lightly, with no damage to property or ourselves. The worst part was being without power for about 18 hours, but we had prepared for that, except that we hadn’t thought to buy a generator until they were all sold out. Anyway, I’d had the foresight to freeze water in several plastic containers in the freezer, which helped to keep our frozen food from spoiling. I’d also put jugs of ice blocks in the fridge which of course kept everything nice and cold.

The morning before Irma was due, Woody wood stork assumed the role of  ‘Town Crier’ sounding the alarm urging everyone to take shelter.

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Poor old Igasho looked totally bemused. He had no idea who Irma was, but figured that he’d better run for cover anyway.

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Sweet Anatole, stuck on the outside of our screen room was frantically calling, “Let me in! Let me in!”  but I’m afraid he had to take his chances, as we weren’t going outside to rescue him.

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Daisy duck decided that she’d better get her brood across the lake and into the shelter of the trees, before it got too rough for passage.

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Mr. GBH, who isn’t scared of anything, carried on regardless. I’m sure he knew from long experience that when the waters are stirred, there are sure to be some nice fishy pickings.

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Several of our neighbours had left for pastures north and others just hunkered down with their hurricane shutters tightly fastened. Having quite recently replaced all our windows and doors to hurricane-proof standards, we didn’t need shutters, so were able to have a grandstand view from the comfort of our lounge.

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I even went to my ‘famous’ bathroom window to catch the waves skimming over the usually smooth waters. One could have done a neat bit of surfing across there.

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We went to bed, wondering just how rough it was going to get.  The next morning we were pleasantly surprised to find that we still had power, so showered and made porridge and coffee. The electricity went off quite soon after, the rain was still pounding. and the road looked like a river. That day seemed very long indeed, with no music, no TV news and no phone. I couldn’t play my piano as it was too dark to see my music, so I sat reading my kindle. Hubby read his stash of engineering magazines which had accumulated, as he never had a chance to look at them whilst he was renovating the house. Supper was salad, cold meat and boiled eggs with a glass or two of wine, followed by dark chocolate, which as we all know is very good for stress. We eventually went to bed hoping for a calmer tomorrow.  The morning arrived, sunny and bright, but still no power, so we had cereal, yoghurt and fruit and a couple of Starbucks frappuccinos for breakfast. The only damage we could see, were a few branches which had broken off of our neighbour’s tree, falling harmlessly onto the grass.

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There was a  palm tree lying prone on someone’s front lawn across the road, but other than that, no damage.  Our power was restored about 9:30, and we heaved a sigh of relief. Today, the lake is once more calm and still. We are counting ourselves very lucky indeed.

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You’d never guess anything untoward had happened, except for the garden service cleaning up some of the palm debris.

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We even had our grass cut yesterday.

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Igasho returned to our backyard. He appears to be changing to his autumn colours and by Halloween, he should be the perfect shade of orange.

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Going out on the roads for the first time yesterday, we were shocked to see just how much debris there was on the sidewalks. So many trees had lost branches,  and hedges had been blown right over. it will take some time to clean everything up and to get the traffic lights all working again, but at least we didn’t suffer any loss, and for that we are most grateful. My heart goes out to those people who’s lives and livelihoods have been put on hold and in some cases, totally devastated.

I had an appointment with my eye surgeon yesterday and he said that everything is healing well and to see him again in two months. I still have the gas bubble in my eye, but that should disappear within the next week or two. I wish you all a very good rest of the week.

 

 

 

 

Grandpa Igasho Comes To Visit

I’m afraid I’ve been rather absent from the blogs lately. Since our return from South Africa and England, we’ve driven up from Florida to see our family in New Jersey, calling in on friends in North Carolina for a couple of days. I had a wonderful birthday weekend with our son and family, but unfortunately we had to curtail our trip somewhat, as just before we left, I went to see an eye surgeon, who confirmed that my left eye has now developed a macular hole, just as my right eye did late last year. Today I go in for surgery and am sure it will be just as successful as the op I had done In South Africa. Many years ago, my dear Granny had eye problems and eventually became blind. I’m so grateful that there are such wonderful eye specialists and surgical procedures these days.  Living today, we are so fortunate that medical science has progressed so far.

This morning, Grandpa Igasho appeared outside my bathroom window to wish me good luck.

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I told him that soon I’ll be able to see him with both eyes, and I’m sure he understood perfectly.

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Wishing you all a very happy weekend. I’ll see you on the flip side.