Gorgeous weather today. Mid seventies, partly cloudy, my day off! What's with that! Crappy weather is usually the norm on those days. New year, new start, new weather patterns....could be!
Mr. Bill, off to work at the golf course for a few hours, usually starts the morning gung-ho, but by mid afternoon, zapped of strength. I often remind him, his treatments are more immunotherapy, meaning his immune system is being pushed to its' very limits, fighting hard...it needs a rest by mid afternoon. The Egg-Nazi often ponders, "Thank God I am not standing at the grill for five plus hours...no way would I be able to do it!" Those were his first thoughts a few weeks back. Today, a much more positive attitude....."Guess if we were at Fred's News, I do what I have to do!" WooHoo...survivor mode!
Late yesterday, Mr. Bill was watching a fishing in Florida program. Yes, he loves to fish, casually mentions all the fishing he did while working at Fred's News. We now have Grace and Roger not too far away, Roger an avid fisherman. Mr. Bill now determined to go out with Roger on Gulf. I'd say by now Grace and Roger are ready to return to Florida warmth, after a blustery New England holiday visit!
The show he was actually watching was surf fishing on the Gulf Coast...looks like great fun. I like to fish and go crabbing, something we did during the warm summers along the Connecticut shore. Our sons, at a much younger age, enjoyed crabbing in Mystic as well as in the brackish waters of the Thames River in the Uncasville area. I think the thrill was more in "the hunt" than the actual consumption of the catch. Their childhood years were spent canvasing the banks of the Shetucket River, fishing, searching for "treasures." One summer, those "found treasures" were bottles, all kinds washed up on the banks. Most were discarded liquor bottles of various shapes and sizes, all were quickly scoffed up by the boys. Mom's food coloring mixed with water and a shot of Mr. Bill's shaving creme, were all that was needed to create a colorful window display. Actually the sun shining through these odd shaped, colorful bottles, tightly capped of course, did produce great interior decorations for their rooms. Only after the Egg-Nazi accidentally knocked one off the window sill during a vacuuming of Matt and Todd's room, did the entire collection head for the trash. It wasn't the breakage that concerned us, but the odor that permeated throughout the entire house. Bottled up water, food coloring, shaving creme, fermenting for weeks in glorious sunshine.....definitely obnoxious gas warfare as it exploded!
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