Saturday morning a young woman named Jennifer came to our house. She was here to meet Beatrice.The next time we leave town for a trip, Jennifer will stay at our house and watch Bea. She comes highly recommended from Stephanie and Olivia, the two women who alternate handling this chore for us. Beatrice gave her the puggle seal of approval,though the level of excitement seemed to be more in the "she's nice" than in the "I'm in Canine Heaven" line.
I drove to Sister Grove Park near Lake Lavon. Sister Grove is a wooded area with bicycling and hiking trails. I have been going there for over 11 years. One of my very first weblog posts was about a hike there. I was one of only two people there, which did not surprise me as it is a sparsely-attended park and the weather was 100 degrees (~37 degrees C.). I walked for 50 minutes, and watched Carolina chickadees and tufted titmice.
Then I drove to Southlake Park in nearby Farmersville. While I drove there,
I passed the Minnow Bucket. I used to stop there for bait when I went fishing
The man who owned it used to be really friendly, and he had the best two chihuahuas in the world. I am partial to chihuahuas. In recent years, the fellow no longer seemed friendly. When he handed over the fishing worms, he no longer checked to make sure he was alive, though he used to do so and say "wakey, wakey" as he did so. Lately,when I passed, I noticed that he had a sign up saying he was closing during days like Sunday I thought were essential to a bait shop business. Yesterday his store was closed on early Saturday afternoon. I hope the fellow is okay.
Southlake Park is a huge open field place with a good-sized little lake within its boundaries. Only 2 fishermen in small boats and I were at the park. I took pictures of the American lotus blooming in the lake. As I walked around the lake, I saw a colorful bird in the distance. I could not really identify it in the bright sun, but the photos I took confirmed it was a painted bunting. Painted buntings are not rare here, but they are a delight to see, as I only see a handful a Summer.
In the evening we watched part of "The Women", the 1939 classic film. The
dialogue is laced with innuendo that somehow made it past the censors, which is interesting. The movie is very well-done in some ways, and Rosalind Russell is always interesting in her earlier roles. But the film does go on somewhere past the point of perfection.
We went to the Thai Cafe for dinner, which has now changed its name to the Spice Thai Cafe. This is one of three very good Thai food places in our town. This one is in a small space, and serves food prepared in a healthy way.
I had one mishap with leaning upon a placemat and upsetting a water glass a bit, but nothing was broken and not much spilled.
I go to Weight Watchers today at 2. I worked the program assiduously this week, so I am interested to see how much weight I lost.
I am reading the second novella in Chris F. Holm's "Collector Series", a first person tale told by the protagonist, a collector of souls for
perdition. It's a good read--I am breezing through it. Next stop will be a return to "Cloud Atlas".
I woke this morning and finished the movie at hulu.com called "Lost Worlds: Life in the Balance". This 40 minute documentary (originally an IMAX)
had great nature footage, and in particular an interesting story about
Venezuelan ecologist Margarita Lampo leading a team up to a mountain
in the Lost Valley southern part of Venezuela. I loved learning about the little frog who does not hop,but instead climbs uphill and rolls downhill.
I wondered if all of the turmoil in Venezuela means no research funds, so I went and followed her on twitter, so that I perhaps can learn the answer to that question. I am grateful for on-line translation programs.
This morning the weather turned cooler and sprinkly. This is like Heaven in our parched, hot area. I took Beatrice for a morning walk in Glendover Park. When we got to stand of trees, blue jays and other birds set off a huge alarum.
I wondered at the intensity of the outcry, until I saw they had chivvied a hawk out of the trees. They were all alerting each other about that hawk.
I watched lots of disparate types of birds standing at attention on bare limbs, calling loudly.
When Bea and I walked back by,the hawk was still in a tree. It was one of the small bird-hunting hawks, either a cooper hawk or sharp-shinned (I am incined to believe the latter, though they are hard to tell from one another).