Hi, everyone.
Beautiful day here in Delray-les-Plages, 77 degrees F, 73% relative humidity and no wind at all. It's a nice day, very comfortable to sit outside and just shoot the breeze in the shade while laundry is running its course. I'm sure glad I don't have to take all that to the pond and scrub them on stones and washboards.
I started a load of whites after dinner last night. While he was drinking his coffee this morning, dad asked me if I wanted him to start the dryer. Sure, start the dryer. I was going to do that in a few minutes anyway. He walked into the laundry room, I heard the dryer starting and he walked out of the laundry room. It took me a minute or two to realize that he had only been in there 5 to 7 seconds, at best. So, I asked him if he had transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer before pushing the start button. Nope! The dryer was running empty. So, I got in there, transferred the clothes and pressed the button again. Good help IS hard to find.
Dinner tonight will be beef stew, by popular request. I have prepared it and it is simmering in the slow cooker as I write this. I might make some snails in garlic butter with broiled cheese on top for starters. That always starts the meal right and it won't fight with the Cabernet Sauvignon I have lined up for it. Dessert is covered; no problema.
My sister passed away 25 years ago (brain cancer). My mom passed away 1 year later citing that, with my sister gone, she had no reason to keep on living. Needless to say I was never the golden child in that family unit. So, dad is my only remaining family. He lost sight of his brothers and sisters decades ago. They were never close, but their mother held the family together until she passed away. Then, they all went their separate ways like a bunch of cockroaches when you turn the lights on. I have no idea where they all are and I'm not going to hunt them down, either. Sherlock Holmes, I ain't. Those are aunts and uncles I haven't seen in 30+ years; I don't miss them.
I startled Lucy last night when I picked her up. She was sleeping and being handled caused a bit of a panic. She rolled herself into a ball, protecting her head inside the ball - the instinctive reaction to danger. I picked her up and carried her to my recliner, where I massaged her spine and applied a warm hand around her tail until she calmed down and stuck out her head. Poor Baby! I was certain she was awake. Anyhow, spine massaging and gentle treatment won the day. Then, fully awake and reassured, she started exploring and climbing. We had a good time in spite of the shaky start. Then, I brought Lucy to Gail, wheren she proceededyto fall slaeep in Gail's arms. Dare I repeat myself and declare yet again that ball pythons make awesome pets? I think I just did.
Take care, everyone.
Sylvain.
