General musings.

     As I write this we are in the week anniversary of Hurricane Irene.  Lost power for a week.  A lot of my recollections are the same but not as coherent.  By that I mean some of the time lines to me seem off.  I still want to record them.
     The walks definitely got a bit longer.  I was enjoying them greatly as I said.  On one such morning I walked the entire distance of my little road, long enough I assure you.  Walking near a fence I heard what was an undeniable sound.  A Labrador!  Great dogs, jumpers.  I was unclear where it came from.  I was a little scared.
     I did not want this beastly thing jumping on me; hurting my chest in it's happy enthusiasm; worse yet knocking me over.  I came around the bend and saw it charging down the driveway ahead of me.  I froze.  Then it happened and when it was over, I was glad to have seen it.
     The owner upon the stoop in his bathrobe.  The hound raced down the driveway, paused to look at me.  Undaunted by my appearance it had a sacred mission that came first.  It seized the morning paper at the bottom of the driveway and bounded back happily to its master and into the house both went.  I never actually saw a dog retrieve a paper in my life ever before.  It was fantastic.  I can still recall it to this day.  No I never saw a repeat performance, but once was enough.  Just the right amount of fear and awe to make it last a long time in me.
     I told my brother in law of it when I returned, he listened good natured but uninterestedly.  Asked if I needed anything from the bakery, 2 muffins.  Also it was in this week I noticed the tingling in my left hand had subsided and the 2 affected fingers felt almost normal.  The right was still as it was.
     Feeling a little better I prepared to make a sort of ice cream mixture.  No I hadn't forgotten that I wanted ice cream badly.  If you remember I made a mixture of berries; local honey; yogurt.  Well I froze it.  Not great.  Taste was fine, but for one I still had poor upper body strength so couldn't really dig in.  The frozen yogurt just didn't do it for me, and the honey seemed to not like freezing.  I could taste every sugar granule.  Although I was glad to have made the attempt.
     I'd asked one of my neighbors if they would go to the fish store for me.  One of them did.  Got a quarter pound of flounder, I was looking forward to it.  It was expensive and I was surprised.  I cooked it, broiled it with some caramelized onions; lemon pepper; breadcrumbs on top.  I thought I'd have leftovers but the money only bought me enough for one meal.  It was good, though I did allow myself to fear that I'd undercooked it.
     To follow....the cardio appointment.