A Chautauqua Gray Saturday Morning

7:05 on s Saturday Morning

Full Moon, Last Night at 8:15 PM

Up just in time to listen to Car Talk, now Only A Game is to begin  The sun has just peaked out over the clouds, and it's fairly high in the sky already though it's only 7:00 in the morning.  A couple of boats are out fishing, one parked literally in front of our house, as the sun shimmers from Long Point's tip to our living room.  It's warm, 57 degrees, and it's supposed to be a partly cloudy day, but sunny later in the day and tomorrow.

Yesterday's the kind of day in which I cannot remember what we did, other than morning Yoga and Evie's workout at the YMCA.  O, yea, now I remember.  We both drove separately, as Evie did not want to leave as early as me, so she went around 11:00, returning just in time for lunch at 1:00.  I know after lunch I took a long nap because the afternoon was gone when I woke, perhaps an hour or two since I was up yesterday morning quite early, around 4:00.

I have just started reading Henning Mankell's new novel, THE MAN FROM PEKING on my Kindle.  I have read a number of his other novels, most centering on the detective Kurt Wallender.  This particular work does not include him, so it will be interesting to see how well I like it.  So far, so good, as I like the two major characters, a woman detective and a woman judge, who also gets involved in the mass killings.

We had my sister Ellen's Citrus salmon with garlic spinach for dinner, one of our favorites, along with sweet potato fries, from the freezer, but quite good.  We watched a Jason Siegel movie (He wrote an acted in The Five Year Engagement which we saw and like recently) called Forgetting Sarah Marshall.  It was pretty bad and we had to force ourselves to watch it to the very end.  Filled with cliches, stupid situations, and predictability, it's a wonder it made any money.  It has hints of The Five Year Engagement, obviously a love story gone wrong, but Siegel's much sillier and overdrawn in this film, making him just a buffoon who does not deserve your sympathy.



Activity on the lake is beginning to pick up, a kayaker just rowed by, more fishermen are out, so summer and lots of tourists are not far behind.  We are going to miss our quiet days here at the lake when Woodlawn and the lake sit empty, abandoned by most but not us. Today, we have more yoga and a Y workout for Evie, then a Cinco de Mayo party at Jack Me Kibbens's house this evening.  He and his wife Roberta, who died earlier in the fall, befriended us in 2011, inviting us to their Xmas party and Evie to the  Ladies of the Night Group.