This is my 1,000th post here on WordPress. Happy Wednesday, everyone.
This is my 1,000th post here on WordPress. Happy Wednesday, everyone.
Iggy dressed in his best green suit, appeared to be doing an Irish jig in the palm tree outside my bathroom window. Just look at those long toes! I’m really pleased that my window is tightly closed.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all of you who celebrate.
….I can do better. I can do anything better than you. No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN! No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN!”
When I saw these two photos, the words of this song from ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, sprang straight to mind. When we were young girls, my sister and I used to really enjoy performing it, and even won a holiday talent competition at the seaside in England.
After breakfast, Mr. Anhinga and Mr. Peli are having a wing-spreading competition. A close contest, but I think you have to agree that Mr. Peli wins the prize.
Not to be left out of the proceedings, Iggy also positions himself to also show off his handsome right profile. Nice try Iggy, but I think it’s definitely a no contest. Mr. Peli’s regal profile is extremely hard to beat.
I hope I’ve given you a smile on your Monday morning and wish you all a very happy week.
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.
Poor old Igasho looked totally bemused. He had no idea who Irma was, but figured that he’d better run for cover anyway.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You’d never guess anything untoward had happened, except for the garden service cleaning up some of the palm debris.
We even had our grass cut yesterday.
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.
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.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen an alligator in our lake, but on Friday, a juvenile ‘gator, probably just four feet long, came gliding in to shore. His approach did not go unnoticed however, as Mr. GBH, Lenny Limpkin and a representative of the Iggy family had gotten word of his imminent arrival, and were right there waiting for him.
Mr. GBH the self-appointed Chairman of the Residents’ Committee, using his sternest tone of voice, told young Al in no uncertain terms that his presence was not welcome on their peaceful grassy bank. “I’m quite happy to share the fish with you, as long as you’re not too greedy, but you are definitely not allowed to trespass on our territory. I realise that there are many tasty pickings here on land, such as small birds, iguanas, rabbits, squirrels, as well the occasional pet dog or cat, but such creatures are absolutely out of bounds, and I just want you to know that we are watching you. That’s all. You may go now. ” Well, that told him in no uncertain terms and he hasn’t been seen since.
Thanks to hubby who always has one eye out of the window for any interesting activity. He took the photos for me. My eye is healing well after the op, but I still can’t see distance at all. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, but it’s not easy. I truly appreciate all your good wishes on my last post.
Happy Sunday everyone.
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.
I told him that soon I’ll be able to see him with both eyes, and I’m sure he understood perfectly.
Wishing you all a very happy weekend. I’ll see you on the flip side.