Gale Warning

Those Were The Days...Summer, 1975

8:04

It's another solemn morning on the lake, no bird calls, no action on the lake, as we wait for winds of 35 knots and waves of 10-13 feet.  I think the weather gods are talking about Lake Erie, not Chautauqua Lake since it's frozen at the moment.  It looks like the snow has abated for a couple of days and if we do get precipitation, it will likely be rain.  Snow is not predicted until Thursday.  I was up around 7:20, Evie a short time later and we both had pretty good nights of sleep.  My codeine laced cough syrup does a good job.

Sunday was Sunday for us except for our not taking a walk around the Chautauqua Institution.  We had a relaxing morning, listening to the news, sipping coffee, wondering what to do with our days. Evie got out our trackers for her boots so she could safely walk outside, get our paper, and move our car.  It was so icy, so dangerous that neither of us ventured out again.  I did about 20 minutes of yoga which made me feel good that I at least have done something physical for the first time in a week. We had our big breakfast, eggs, bacon and bagels and watched CBS Sunday morning.  What a great show, so interesting, eclectic in topics and we were wowed by a choir director in Columbus who leads choirs all over the city but also in the Marysville Woman's prison. He's magnetic and selfless, pulling together people of all cultures and faiths into a harmonious whole, a great episode.  And best of all, there was nary a mention of Trump or politics.  For an hour, we were transfixed into a world of wonder.

I spent the afternoon watching football even though I had little interest in the teams.  If it's on TV, I watch it until I fall asleep.  While I was watching football or sleeping, Evie was busy, unable to just sit down and relax.  She put together our Indian dinner, then started organizing a closet that has bothered her, not me obviously.  And it's been strange not having any neighbors up the past two weekends.  We really are isolated and alone, or so it seems because our only sighting of others is the paper boy or Shane, who plows our road.  Other than those two, we have not seen a soul.

Dinner was good, as we really like the Marsala sauce from Trader Joe's, which we add to the chicken, mushrooms, and broccoli and we have a tasty dinner.  We watched an old movie, sort of a mistake because it seemed dated and slow, THE VERDICT, with Paul Newman.  It was predictable and overacted, like many of the films from the early 1980's.  But it passed the time until we could, in good conscience, think about going up to bed.