A Prince Of A Morning

Northern Sky at 6:26

Northern Sky at 6:30

6:45

7:17

It looks like the weather gods cannot make up their minds.  It's cloudy, a gun metal gray sky to our east, but some open skies and light to the north.  We hardly got more than a drizzle overnight, alas, and it does not look like we will get much rain today although we need it.  The lake is calm, untouched except for some ducks bobbing for vegetation, a few seagulls flying by, some purple martins swooping back and forth to their houses.  It's nice to have them back, to wake up to their sounds.  Well, it's now 8:45 and I just returned from a quick paddle down to Whitney Bay and back. Wouldn't it be nice if I could get a paddle in early each morning before yoga?

Northern Flicker Ground Feeding This Morning

Yesterday was our first overcast day in awhile, what we call Chautauqua gray.  Neither of us minded as we had things to do.  I went to a good yin yoga class, came away feeling energized after a few days of mojo-lacking.  When I drove in our yard, the sky and lake were gray but calm, so I quickly put on my life jacket and took a quick paddle down to Wells Bay and back, just to get in some exercise and enjoy being on the water for a half hour.  After kayaking, I had an easy lunch, a pork schnitzel sandwich with mayo and tomatoes.  Yum.  And I watched the final episode of Season 1 of Game of Thrones.  I am beginning to follow the plot.  At 1:30, I drove to Erie, to get an oil change at the Honda dealer.  I figure once a year it's worth it to have them check the car over carefully.   It took forty five minutes to get there, an hour wait for the car, and I came home via Rt 20 and Westfield, stopping at Portage Pies for a raspberry pie, so I did not get home until around 4:30.  It was worth the extra miles to get a pie.  I asked about their plans for a coffee and pie shop.  They have bought the building, in between Key Bank and the Diner on Main Street and renovation will start this summer though they are in no hurry.

A Raspberry Pie From Portage Pie, Westfield, NY

When I got home, Evie was still off shopping for bargains at T. J. Maxx and Wegman's and came home excited because she had found a 'great pot,' yes a pot, like we need another pot.  It was made in Germany, by Fissler and appears to be a high end product.  My wife has a fetish for pots, beer glasses, and small bowls.  It could be worse.

How Bout This Pot!

Since it was almost 5:00, we decided it was wine time and Evie got busy in the kitchen, prepping the salmon, making garlic spinach, and cooking the rice, in her new pot of course.  We ate around 6:30 and all was great, nothing like a marmalade/balsalmic/mustard/crushed red pepper glazed salmon with rice and garlic spinach.  We watched the next episode of a tension filled The Americans.  We cannot wait until next week.  This is a great series.  We then tried to watch the second season of a British police show called Happy Valley but gave up after a half hour because we cannot understand the strong British accent.  How frustrating.  So we watched an exceptionally profane Real Time with Bill Maher as he took on organized religion and churches, arguing they should pay taxes like any other institution. His argument: 22% of Americans are non believers, so why should their taxes support an institution they don't believe in.  Atheism and marijuana legalization seem to be his shtick.  We ended the night with Chopped before going up to bed.

I am not sure what today will bring other than yoga at 9:30...the rest of the day is open.