A Silent, Calm Morning On The Lake

9:16

I have been up since 6:15, listening to the pundit's rage about the latest Trump audiotapes, seditious, traitorous but will make no difference to his base. What a way to start the new year.  It's 33º out, overcast but no precipitation forecast for the day.  I was able to kayak this morning because of the calm and eerie morning on the lake because of the fog.  The chair in my kayak broke so I am now using Evie's Old Town, which is a bit more narrow, not as comfortable for me.  

Into The Gray

Long Point Looms

Victoria/Woodlawn

Sunday was Sunday, as we got back to our routine, at least our Sunday routine. We were in no hurry to get busy, to do anything, which is the way Sunday is supposed to be. By 10:30, however, we were ready to do something and decided on a walk, axing our usual Sunday walk around the Chautauqua Institution because it might be icy so we drove over to Long Point State Park, thinking the trails would at least be safe.  We were surprised, then, by how froze the trails were, forcing us to walk on the edges where there was still snow.  We were able to enjoy our walk although it was annoying to always worry about ice.  It was a good thing we use walking sticks which provide not only support, balance and helps with arm and shoulder strength.

In The Trees

We were out for close to an hour, loving the dark woods, the dreariness of woods with melting snow and tree limbs, devoid of their green leaves.  I could not wait to get home for our Sunday breakfast and as we left Bemus, we were shocked by the overflowing parking lot at the Bemus Point Inn, our local breakfast spot.  No wonder our Covi19 cases are rising at an alarming rate.  When we got home, Evie jumped to it, frying up the bacon, the eggs, making toast and within 15 minutes, we were enjoying our breakfast, watching the first couple of drives in the Bills game, then CBS Sunday Morning.  

Hemlocks Along A Frozen Trail

"The Woods Are Lovely Dark And Deep"

The rest of the afternoon involved, for me,  switching back and forth between the Browns and Bills game until I got football overload and decided to read and then, of course, fell asleep briefly. Meanwhile, Evie continued to work on our pantry, throwing out expired goods, stopping to watch some TV, then returning to the pantry.  Mid-afternoon,  Evie put together our dinner, searing some country pork ribs, covering them with sauerkraut and tomatoes, and letting them bake in the oven under a slow heat for a couple of hours until the meat was falling off the bone.

Because dinner was basically done, we were able to enjoy wine time, listen to the breaking news about Trump's attempt to coerce Georgia's Attorney General to change the vote.  It was a surprise that was not surprising.  We ate at 6:30, the ribs and sauerkraut accompanied by mashed potatoes and a salad.  Unfortunately, after seconds, it looks like we will not have enough leftovers for another dinner, just lunch.  We watched a decent film on Netflix, Hillybilly Elegy, based on the best-selling book.  It's a tough movie to watch at times because of an abusive family, exacerbated by the mother's heroin addiction.  It's been controversial because of its depiction of the working class in a small town in Ohio. We ended the night with another episode of both Deadwood and Home Town.  

A quotation worth pondering from Homeland Elegies by Ayad Akhtar

"The established majority takes its we-image from a minority of its best, and shapes a they-image of the despised outsiders from the minority of their worst"