Sunday, July 31, 2005

Things I didn't know, not that I ever knew much, about Jimi Hendrix.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Lucy and Charlie are fighting over a toy.

Friday, July 29, 2005

The good thing about the big Viking rangetop is that it breaks down for cleaning.

The bad thing is that it breaks down into 32 pieces.

That doesn't include the hood.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Lucy is such an old biddy.

Charlie was begging her to preen his head tonight and she did nothing but yawn.

And he has perfected his wolf whistle. Scrubbing the stove is a lighter chore when a boy is whistling in the background.
This thing makes me laugh.

The very notion that a battery-powered object could affect anything in this house is absurd.

Even my vib... Never mind.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I think I have made it clear that I'm a fool for a good speaking voice.

I just spoke to the gentleman half of the snowbirds who have rented our condo since 2000.

My, my.
Ms. Huberman, seems to me if a comfort is desirable enough to complain about, it's worth a minute or two in your day to assure it.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Any man with good sense will follow Charlie's lead.

He has incorporated the call whistle with the wolf whistle.

The first two notes are the call whistle, and the third note finishes the wolf whistle.

Nature is so efficient.
I have no idea if Harry Anderson's show in New Orleans is worth admission, but I can tell you ladies, without any reservations at all, that pianist Gilles Marschall is worth the price. A charmer, in all the best senses, and some you forgot you had.

Laissez le bon temps rouler.

UPDATE: Here's another story about the club.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Charlie does a very good call whistle, taught him at the Johnsons, must be.

Now he's learning to wolf whistle.

Lucy is not a whistler.

Friday, July 22, 2005

James Joyner points to Robin Givhan's criticism of John Roberts' family's clothing choices.

I don't have young ones, so I've not been in the market for children's dress-up clothing.

What would alternatives be that were both appropriate to the occasion and the season? (And all that blond hair.)

Apart from puff sleeves, which I would have chosen for the little girl. There are only so many years a girl can wear puff sleeves. My time is up, for sure.

I loved my little dresses with puff sleeves, gathered skirts and bow sashes. And Mary Janes with lacy anklets.

My question would be why do they look so much like Southerners ready for church?

UPDATE: David C, commenting on that post, probably has it right.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Now what gives?

Charlie is holding a piece of millet in his foot and both birds are eating from it.

No problems so far, but there's plenty left.
I bet you didn't get this phone call anytime recently:
Hey. I take care of Ms. Alec across the street, and I just wanted to tell you that your tree is missing an eye.
A squirrel knocked it off, of course.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

From Smiley Anders today:
Empty threat

Hunter W. Barrilleaux Jr. says when daughter Logann was 5, "I told her that if she wasn't good Santa wasn't going to visit her that year.

"She immediately responded with, 'No, no, Daddy; I was bad last year and he came.'

"She was right on both counts."

But, he says, she's been good ever since, "and is a hard-working student at my favorite school, LSU."

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Lyman grew up as a child with Fox McKeithen.

He always meant to call him.

Fox was a mother's nightmare. He walked across a bridge railing as a boy. Lyman watched him, and defied the dare. It wasn't the only time.
Sheesh. Good news. I have an appointment with the hairdresser Thursday afternoon. I wake in the morning looking like Don King.
I prefer reading to watching movies, but I will be on the lookout for "March of the Penguins" after Mr. Balko's recommendation.

Monday, July 18, 2005

This is a little bizarre.

Rain is falling at the rate of 3.50" per hour, thunder is cracking, and the sun is shining from the west.
We have a toll block on our phone at the coast. When Lyman's dad called on Thursday night to say they were leaving Friday before Dennis struck, he called collect.

Lyman and his dad spoke for 8 minutes.

The charge is $24.24 including tax.

UPDATE: Some people at the coast don't rent and don't have blocks on their phones. Some are seeing large long distance bills for calls to Mexico.

UPDATE II: $2500 to South America.
Miss Jordana asks about musical tastes.

Who do I like enough to have bought more than one CD of? It's been years since I bought much music, but I bought more than one vinyl of these:

Henry Purcell
Joan Armatrading
Emmylou Harris
Janis Joplin
Bonnie Raitt
Tracy Nelson
Dolly Parton
Sandy Denny
Patsy Cline
Aretha Franklin
Laurie Anderson
Waylon Jennings
Willie Nelson
Jackson Browne
Nat King Cole
Tom Waits
David Bowie
Rolling Stones
Talking Heads
Roxy Music

There are more, but those are representative. I haven't bought much recently. Parrot toys, you know.
I haven't posted much about progress in relations between Lucy and Charlie.

All in all, they're pretty sociable these days. They have the occasional dispute over who occupies what space when, and there can be fusses over food.

Lucy, in keeping with her overall demure and elegant persona, is a delicate eater who takes her time about things. Charlie is an avian lawn mower-vacuum cleaner -- perhaps because he is a growing boy.

Take almonds. Lucy, whose beak is not as tough as Charlie's, will pick one up and gnaw at it for some time before she gets to the nut. Charlie cracks them open, sucks up the contents, and moves along. So now, to keep some for herself, she has taken to tossing some over the side of the cage onto the windowsill where Charlie can't go, yet. Then she can eat at her leisure.

Lucy and Charlie are different about self-defense. If threatened, Lucy will get as far away as possible, screech, and make a lunge if truly threatened. Charlie will stand his ground, puff himself as large as possible, and growl ominously.

At one time when the sibs were here, Charlie and Lucy were both on the top perch of the tower. My sister came near the cage. Charlie moved just beside Lucy, then puffed and growled. He planned to defend Lucy, too.

You often see them mirroring each other during preening. Then there's Lucy preening Charlie's head.

So we're coming along. They've been together two months.

Sunday, July 17, 2005



Today is Lucy's hatch day! She is four years old.

UPDATE: And those spots on the window? She splashes in her little 8 oz. water cup on the tower. Give her a larger bowl and she just looks at it.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

I am putting this link up because Mr. von Drehle has, I think, captured the nature of political blogging in his piece.

Without speaking at all of political leanings, I can tell Ms. O'Brien that a journalism degree will hardly assure you a step up the ladder. I know. I have one.

Become an upholsterer, a machinist, an electrician, a plumber, and see where that takes you. Perhaps a manicurist or a hairdresser. We didn't know, did we?
Early Friday morning, call it 1 a.m., Lucy was in her cage, asleep with her head tucked tightly back over her wing, laughing and laughing away.

Then she muttered a comment or two and laughed some more.

What was she dreaming?

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Here's an interesting paragraph from the official City of Natchez site that Tricia found while she was here:
Eliza Baker, writing in 1803 not long after her arrival from New Jersey, documents not only this propensity to travel but also her shock at the level of society, for she wrote: “The women are so immoderately attached to dancing that they appear to think of little else besides. We have had many polite invitations to their parties, which we have thought proper to decline. Among so many fashionable people I am not ashamed to appear singular. People here think nothing of going round to New York or Philadelphia, but I will not flatter myself with such a prospect.”
The air-conditioning unit has gone out in the condo. $1650.
I have been tagged by an Australian, of all people, to participate in a food survey.

When it comes to such things, I usually tell people to get stuffed, but given that kitchen hand is a brand new father, I'll make an allowance.

What is your first memory of cooking on your own?

Hard to say. As the youngest child, as I've said before, I spent a lot of time getting in my mother's way in the kitchen.

I started helping in a serious way at about ten, making cakes and cookies. And that wasn't just licking the bowl.

Who had the most influence on your cooking?

At one time I would have said my mother, who was a great home cook, but now I would say Lyman.

If he took off with a 28-year-old blonde tomorrow I'd appreciate him for that. And clean the house in his absence. Believe me, she'll send him home.

Do you have an old photo as evidence of an early exposure to the culinary world?

There aren't fifty photos of me in the world. Cameras steal your soul.

'Mageirocophobia' - do you suffer from any cooking phobia?

Pressure cooking makes me nervous enough to make mistakes.

What are your most valued or used kitchen gadgets or what was the biggest letdown?

The biggest letdown was an apple peeler-curly potato maker from Idaho.

The West Bend double kitchen timer is the most useful gadget in the kitchen, apart, of course, from knives, measuring cups, spoons, etc.

Name some funny or weird food combinations or dishes you really like, at which others turn up their noses.

I like raw oysters. By the dozens.

What are three edibles or dishes you simply don't want to live without?

Butter, black pepper, salt. Coffee.

Your favorite ice cream?

Berry-flavored Italian ice.

You will definitely never eat:

Eyes or insects. I once ate the worm from a bottle of mescal. Not again.

Your own signature dish:

In our family, hot water cornbread.

For myself, sauteed chicken livers with wine, herbs and onions.

So there you go.

UPDATE: I'll tag Kate, Peg Britton, and Craig Johnson.

shoe



When it comes down, a crystal slipper don't cut it.

This is my shoe.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Patricia and I also visited Saint Mary's Basilica in Natchez on Saturday. I failed to take a camera, of course.

This family didn't.

On their RV trip to Mississippi they visited the church and took pictures.

Here is the exterior.

Here is the interior. Not to fault their technique, but this photo barely captures the ornateness of the place and doesn't show how lovely the windows are.

(Mine would be so much better. NOT!)

Thank you, Cook family.
Apart from storm-watching we had a pleasant and fun weekend with the sibs.

Friday evening Lyman broiled hamburgers and we were joined by Patricia, Charles, Michael and a ladyfriend of his. It was Michael's first time to meet my sister and brother. Jason met them both years ago. We still had some of those huge garden tomatoes, and everyone sighed as they ate.

Saturday, Patricia and I went to downtown Natchez to look around. We visited antique stores and found a good sale at a little shoe store there. On to the mall, where Patricia helped me pick out some comfy Adidas for walking.

I spent most of Saturday night watching and reading reports about Dennis.

On Sunday, we went with Charles and realtors to see a restored 1854 house in town. It's not a grand house, but a small pretty one, with a courtyard that can become a gem. I knew Charles was planning to come back to Natchez, but I had no idea it would be so soon. He has made an offer on this house and it has been accepted.

Later, we had coffee at Joe Stone's house, which is now lovely and comfortable after several years of work.

We ate bacon and tomato sandwiches for dinner, at Tricia's request.

Monday morning, Patricia woke me and we went down to the river for a walk. The Vidalia Landing project adds serious value to this little town.

We started at 7:30 in a breeze and wound up at about 8:30 in the heat. One needs an earlier start. And I need a cap or visor against the sun. She insists that I take up walking. She worries about me.

Charles came at about 11:00 and there were goodbyes.

She said it was a good visit, and I thought so, too. Maybe a little short. Another day would have given us a bit more touring time.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Zeus was always a fool for pretty girls. I know three who were awake last night until nearly 5 a.m.
Hell's bells!

This is when one needs to be acquainted with Greek mythology. Hera would do a little mischief, and Zeus would follow with one greater.

I once said the mother of hurricanes was coming. Now it seems the father is.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Well, crap!

The windows held at 130. I don't know about 140.

God bless everyone in Dennis' path.

UPDATE: Our building in the complex received its certificate of occupancy on Friday, July 1.

My in-laws went down to the condo on Tuesday and came home on Friday to beat the evacuation crowds.

They might not see the place again for a long time.

We haven't stayed there since May of 2004.

And Girl tells me somebody took all the damned spoons - teaspoons, soup spoons, serving spoons - every spoon in the house.

I assume the contractor borrowed them to dig the hole for the swimming pool.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I received this in e-mail this morning:

"I guess Lyman won't have time to bake any of those yummy cookies will he? It sure would be nice, but it is awful hot for baking. However, you do have that nice vent-a-hood that takes all the heat out. I'm sure that whatever he decides, will be fine with me, though I don't get to see you very often."

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Charlie



I am fated to live with handsome and interesting boys.
All right, that's it. Fourteen pints and four quarts of tomatoes are on the shelf. Enough, already.

Time to move along now.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Here's something new.

Lucy and Charlie were sitting on the topmost perch of the parrot tower.

Lucy was busy working on her toes, and Charlie bowed his head, wanting her to preen it. Lucy was occupied, and ignored him. Charlie nipped the foot that she was standing on.

Then there was a fracas and both of them fell to the top of the cage.

Charlie still wants her to preen his head, and Lucy is still refusing.

Birds.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Tomatoes on buns



These two tomatoes are sitting on halves of regular-sized hamburger buns.

Pity that they go into the pot, too. Lyman picked 29 pounds of tomatoes today, nearly all without a blemish.

Lucy on the Fourth



Lucy sends greetings, too.

Tomatoes



Bacon and tomato sandwiches for dinner.

Happy Fourth to you, too!
Give me a little serious money and I would buy a Cesare Toffolo.

We saw something similar to this one when we were in Venice.

Mr. Toffolo is about 4 years my junior. Since 2000 he has refined his vision, and this is more beautiful and interesting than what we saw before.

He had nothing like this then.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

kitchen



This is also high on my favored list.

This is the front of Commander's Palace restaurant's menu in about 1997. The artist is Tim Trapolin, who has a studio in New Orleans. He specializes in oil portraits, but I like this gesture drawing.

Time flies. He signed the drawing in '92.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Scroll down if you haven't seen a picture of Charlie.

I have another question. Of what possible biological advantage can his red tail be? He's a grey and white bird with a bright red tail. And it's not a guy thing. The girls look the same. That's why we had a DNA test for sex.

What gives?
My little blogger universe has a pretty new denizen way down Melbourne way.

Welcome, William!
A question for bird behaviorists regarding one bird preening another:

Is there any sort of hierarchical relationship between the "preener" and the "preened"?

Interesting thing today, Lucy was preening Charlie about the head and stopped. Charlie put his head down and gently butted her, asking her to continue, I guess.

She declined.

Rug



I'm a fool for village scenes.

This is my second favorite artwork in the house, an "imagination rug" that we bought in Jerusalem, probably woven in Egypt of dyed camel hair yarn. (Stinks when wet.)

Friday, July 01, 2005

Seven more pints of tomatoes for the shelf.

Wall hanging



I'm just experimenting with the USB cable and camera.

This is a portion of my favorite piece of art in our house, a textile work from Zimbabwe that we found in the gift shop of the Gulf Breeze zoo several years ago.