Early Morning Gray, Then Light

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8:10

It's 7:42 and the sun has just risen above a vast cloud bank of gray, the Bemus coast still dark, but sunlight filling our living room.  When I got up at 6:30, there was little hope for sun, as the sky was one vast wall of shades of gray.  Now, however,  the sky above is blue, the sun has risen, and all is right in the world, for the moment.  It's a chilly 28º but should warm up into the 50's later in the day, perhaps 60º tomorrow.

I started yesterday with a good yoga class, lots of participants, as we worked on my least favorite pose, the triangle, not my cup of tea to use a cliche.  It's always interesting to see a new face or two, wondering where they have been the past couple of months.  Are they just here for Easter weekend or have they just put off coming to a yoga class?  Afterwards, I stopped at Ryder's, three guys, regulars, were there to commiserate about the fickle weather, always a subject of conversation in this part of the world.

When I got home, it was time for lunch, the leftover curry and Evie had gotten herself together, readying for workout at the gym.  She said aloha and I sat down to a nice lunch and to watch some of the saved Kansas game from the previous night.  I was halfway through the game, when the door opened, scaring me, and Evie walked in.  It was Good Friday...gym was closed.  Who would have thunk.  Obviously, most of Jamestown.  So that was a downer, so the rest of the afternoon was spent waiting to go out to dinner at the Rod and Gun.  By the way, I did check to make sure it was open.  Around 4:00, I decided to drive to the Smith Library, at the Chautauqua Institution, just to get outside and do something and pick up another Deon Meyer novel.  Well, as I drove up it seemed awfully dark and it was closed.  Good Friday idiot. Two for two for the day.

Anyways, the Rod and Gun Club was open so we drove there around 6:30, thinking it would not be very crowded after all, it was good Friday and most good Christians would be in church or home with family.  Wrong again.  The dining room was full, the bar and lounge able to seat around 150 people had nary a seat open when we got there.  We quickly scoped the bar area for someone leaving and had a seat within five minutes.  We sat there for over an hour, nursing a couple of drafts, gambling a ten spot to no avail, and struck up a fun conversation with three widows, all dressed to the nines, also waiting for a fish fry.  One had a son living in Aurora, Ohio, knew Hudson well and had started a email conversation with a gentlemen  from Hudson from one of those dating sites.  She said if she remembered his name, she would call to see if we knew him.  An interesting trio of ladies, enjoying a cocktail, missing their husbands, and missing male companionship.  We finally got our tables at 7:45, much later than we expected, and quickly ordered the fish fry.  They always seem to come quickly and Evie was ravenous and loved her dinner.  Twenty four bucks and a five dollar tip later, we walked out, happy and full.

We were home in time to watch some TV, a few snippets of basketball, Stephen Colbert and the first episode of a new series called The Catch.  After one episode, we have had enough, trashy and ridiculous, starring Mireille Enos, who became well known in the series The Killing.  The Catch is no Killing.