A Sunny Spring 12º Morning

7:25

8:00

A Spring Morning Sparrow's Aria

I was up just before 7:00, the sky virtually cloudless, thus the cold, a blush of color off towards the East.  The lake ice shines from the light, making it smooth and shiny.  No one is out fishing yet, perhaps because of the cold.  It will warm up to the 20's, so eat your heart out snowbirds!

Crossing Thunder Bridge

Yesterday was overcast early, with an hour or two of soft, fuzzy snowflakes, just enough to whiten the ground for a couple of hours.  We had a leisurely morning, getting our bathroom ready to paint before deciding to walk the Chautauqua Institution around 10:30, a good choice.  We dropped the film, WHIPLASH, off at our friends, the McClures, before parking and beginning our walk, circling the Institution.  It was good to get back into our Sunday routine, as we quite often walk here on Sunday mornings.  We wore stabilizers on our shoes, just in case we came across ice.  It was a cold walk, some wind when we walked north, but it was great to be outside once again.  A nest of fishing huts were just off the Bell Tower, the only action we could see as the entire community appeared desolate, no walkers, a few cars in front of Hurlburt Church but that was it.  We did, however, see a guy painting the interior of a newly renovated house, across the street from the Packard Manor.  He invited us in to see the house, showed us around, gave us more ideas for paint colors, and wanted to know if we needed a painter.  We told him we already had one, alas, because he was five dollars an hour cheaper than our painter.  He's a retired manual arts teacher from Chautauqua Lake, quite a talker, and we got his name and phone number in case we ever need another painter.  O, yea, we drove by a dumpster and a great looking, heavy front door was sitting there, leaning against it.  Evie quickly looked at it, wondering if we might do something with it.  Not sure, we continued on our way but may go back this morning to see it again---the attraction of free things, other people's junk or trash.

Ice Boating

We did not hurry home but I had my mind on a big breakfast, Evie's on paint colors.  As I continued to clear things from the bathroom, Evie fried up some ham, home fries, and eggs, and we had a 'man's breakfast,' with our special coffee and home made toast.  It was enough to keep me on the couch watching basketball and reading the rest of the afternoon, which I did.  Evie announced early in the morning that she had decided on our colors for the bedrooms, but made the mistake of looking at them once more, discovered more colors she liked, looked at more on-line, and we are back to where we started, still unsure as to what colors we want to use.  I watched bits and pieces of various games, again, non too thrilling.

Sunday Afternoon  At The Church Of The Piscine

Late afternoon, Linda and Ron called and wondered if we wanted to meet them at Guppy's, in Bemus, for dinner, and it sounded good so we drove over around 6:30.  Guppy's was half full, rare for them because they are usually busy but perhaps not on a Sunday night.  When we got there, McClures were sitting in our usual seats, in the bar, which made us happy.  No change.  Keep it the same.  Both Ron and Linda were fighting colds so they enjoyed getting out after a couple of days of sitting in.  We had our usual two beers and dinner.  I had an Asian chicken wrap with  fries, Evie a quesadilla with spinach, mushrooms and cheese, both quite good and healthier than the usual wings or burgers.  We were home by 8:45, in time to watch Wisconsin win, then watch The Good Wife, delayed because of sports.  It was good to get back to Mitch Wrap, rogue assassin for the CIA, and terrorists out to destroy the US.