A Two Heron Morning

7:39

It's 6:30 and we are both up, listening to Morning Joe on a wet, misty lake morning.  Not a touch of color other than gray although it is not raining.  It's 56º and may get up to 70º later in the day.  It's now 9:10 as I finish this.  I was able to get in a half hour paddle, photograph a couple of herons, before driving over to Bemus for breakfast with my friends.  

Kayak Morning

Great Blue Heron Poised On Long Point Fishing Dock

A Heron Scrambling Along the Long Point Shoreline

Yesterday was a strange day for us.  Rain was predicted much of the day so we had to make some choices as to when to get outside and get some work done. I was able to get in a good long paddle under gray skies and no rain, unlike the day before.  And I went to yoga class, then the hardware store, stopping at Arby's on the way home to pick up a couple of gyros for lunch.  When I returned home, Evie was cutting our grass, assuming this was her best chance to cut the lawns before the rains.  I knew, however, wet weather was coming because I drove home in the rain.  I decided to follow her lead, fired the other lawnmower and cut our neighbor's yard in light, then heavier rain, unfortunately.  By the time we were both done, the lawns were looking good and we were changing clothes.  We felt righteous, having gotten the lawns done before the rain, well, sort of.

I have wanted to try a gyro from Arby's for months so yesterday was the day.  I had them in the oven, staying warm as we cut the lawn so when I was finished,  I sat down to a sandwich and watched Bosch, finishing Season Four.  The gyros were surprisingly good, not quite up to a gyro stand in Istanbul but still good.  I will get them more often.  We looked forward to relaxing in the afternoon gray but as the weather gods would have it, contrary to the weather reports, the sky cleared up and the sun came out, making fun of our having cut the lawn earlier in the rain.  We had already put away all the gardening things and much of the work was done so we didn't get out again.

We showered and got ready to drive over to the Viking Club, arriving there at 6:00.  Because they got in trouble with the State for serving a nonmember, they had two people checking for cards at the gate, signing in guests and putting a stamp on their hand.  We easily found seats at the bar because the club was not very busy.  We ordered a beer, struck up a conversation with Rocco and Jan, a couple who have just moved to Maple Springs from Pittsburgh.  Rocco is an avid fisherman and is always giving us much needed advice.  Because it was so slow at the club and Evie had a hankering for wings, we decided to go to the Village Casino, our wing place for close to forty years.  

It was practically empty and we were the only ones at the bar.  We struck up a conversation with the bartender, a junior at Brockport.  We ordered the wings special, 15 wings with three different sauces.  Bud Lights were a buck so that's what we drank with our wings, like the old days when we could get a bucket of Bud splits for a dollar a piece.  The wings were great, just out of the fryer so Evie was happy,  me too. We may have closed up the place when we left at 8:15.  We watched, what else, Jeopardy, then some home improvement shows before going up to bed.