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Feb 5, 2016 11:39 AM CST
Name: Sylvain Forest
Delray Beach, FL (Zone 10a)
Almost like Lucy and me.
Container Gardener Region: Florida Orchids Plumerias Ponds Plant and/or Seed Trader
Tropicals
Hi, everyone.

Yesterday was party cloudy, balmy and very pleasant. Around dinnertime, the winds picked up slightly, but we had gone inside to prepare dinner. When I took out the garbage this morning, the temps had dropped in the high 50s and the wind was at it again. This has been a windy winter. Today, it's 100% cloudy, damp and windy. We might reach 68 degrees F, providing we are lucky.

Yesterday's dinner was easy: individual salmon pot pies with a simple green salad, cheesecake and/or cookies. It was good.

I had planned a Costco run today to have some passport photos taken. I would have to make myself presentable and to tell you the truth, I just don't feel like it. Tomorrow is another day. My passport expires in November of this year, so I have some time. Procrastination, thou art a harsh mistress.

During yesterday's rum & cigar ritual, dad told me he had stuff on his mind and it was making him sick with worry. I don't pry into his business, but if he wants to tell me about it, I'll listen intently and politely. He said that he was 83 years old, this is the beginning of February, he is scheduled to leave here at the end of April and when he lands in Montreal, he'll be just another old fool with no place to live. So, we explored the possibilities: he doesn't want to go into a retirement home because it's full of old folks in there and you age faster, plus you lose your independence. So, we began discussing his moving in with us. I could fly with him to Montreal in May, close his storage unit, retrieve whatever he wants to bring here, load that into his car and drive the car down here. That way, all the bases are covered. We would know where he is, how he lives, how he eats, make sure he takes his medication, that he is not bored, etc. We didn't want to broach the subject before he was ready to talk about it. Yesterday was the day. He'd like to make the guest bedroom into his bedroom and furnish it with brand-new furniture: fine with us. He'd like to get French cable so he can watch French TV, fine with us. He plans on getting himself a recliner for his bedroom: knock yourself out. And, he said, he could close his door so he doesn't inconvenience us when he's watching a different TV channel. Things are going well and we made an old man feel good again. As soon as he arrives here, Gail will petition the government to get him his Green Card so he can live here legally. Things are going very well on that front.

I made caramel spread the other day and gave some to our neighbor Joyce. She has a sweet tooth the size of a football stadium. She ended up pouring the stuff over her vanilla ice cream. I am told it made her toes curl. She had some with toast and found herself in Nirvanna. Bernie (her husband) tells me the only thing she didn't do is pour some on him. I saw her yesterday, and she remarked: "Such a small jar. I'm running out.". I've printed out the recipe for her. When she returns to Colorado, if she feeds the 3 grand-kids that stuff, she'll have to knock them off the chandelier with a broom as they experience their sugar fit. Dad had some on his toast (the breakfast of champeens) this morning - again. Better than sex, he exclaimed. It's high praise. I only make the stuff. I don't eat it.

Last night, Lucy was the cuddly snake we enjoy so much. She moved behind my neck, came down the right side and slid right into my T-shirt through the neck's opening, where she enjoyed my warmth and the seclusion. She stayed there a long while and decided a change of vista was in order, so she crawled up on my head and just sat there, checking out what everyone was doing. Then, she got rambunctious and wanted to explore all over the place, so I returned her to her vivarium. Snakes make awesome pets.

I'll have to do some grocery shopping today, nothing major, only those darned staples that always run out as soon as you buy them. It shouldn't take too long and I wish I felt like it. Since I really don't feel like it, it will seem like a genuine chore that takes an eternity. But, the sacred hieroglyphics from Pharaoh Amimpotent's The First's pyramid are abundantly clear: the slaves never got a day's rest in all their lives. The translated text clearly says that had the slaves been given a day off, they would have just wasted it resting: unacceptable! Amimpotent didn't start a dynasty, as his name clearly indicates.

Take care, everyone
Sylvain.

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