Benign or no, these miner bees don’t like it when you inadvertently smush closed the door. I didn’t mean to but I was calling after the Snarl, who was walking off to class, to take care of a registration issue so I could get the final figure for her tuition bill and pay it. (choking sounds) I was considering helping the bee out by taking a pencil to her little mound but that seemed as though it might be insult to injury. So now, I’ve been driven inside to write offline.
It’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood: 74, breezy and bright sun. Won’t you be mine, won’t you be mine, won’t you be my neighbor? Bonnie, in her last comment, reminded me of Romper Room:
Romper, Stomper, Bomper, Boo!
Tell me, tell me, tell me, do!
Magic Mirror, tell me today –
Did all my friends have fun at play?
…and other favorite television shows from the past- I bet she remembers Soupy Sales and Milky the Clown, too-we grew up in the same neck of the woods and these were both local hits. My brother (that would be Bruce, in yesterday’s comments) and I both had occasion to be on the Milky the Clown show. The audience was made up of local children, mostly brownies and cub scouts. They always had a relay race of some sort- balancing a hardboiled egg on a spoon and racing back and forth across the stage, etc. From the den at home, it looked as though you had won the MegaBucks lottery after this contest. The winning team members each got a handful of pennies out of the fishbowl and the losing team got a spoonful of pennies. You have no idea how disillusioned I was when I discovered that that was either 16 cents or 7 cents. And my team lost. Soupy, inspired devil that he was, was our favorite, with White Fang and Black Tooth.
Here in St. Petersburg, we haven’t splurged on cable or internet yet. So we have a tiny TV that gets one station. I checked last night and the only thing on was American Idol, which I can’t abide. Ever since Queen For A Day with Jack Bailey went off the air when I was 7, reality TV has been a disappointment. Do you remember that show? They featured, dare I type it? poor white trash women with these incredible tales of woe. The husband was in an iron lung, the house had burned down and all seven children were living in the unheated dog house. Two of them had gone into anaphylactic shock from flea bites and were now riding the short bus forever. I’m sorry but it was that un-PC. The audience voted for the saddest case and it showed up on the screen by way of the “applause-o-meter” and then the winner got a crown, roses and an appliance with laundry soap, even though she didn’t have electricity. I feigned an earache-twice- just so I could stay home from second grade and watch this stuff. Tonight Survivor is on but I’ll have to go over to Petroville tomorrow to find out if they dump Shane.
Anyway, no TV and it doesn’t seem to bother Rich that I have to sit on a bee-infested park bench to blog; he has one of those little widget cards that insure that he gets access from any spot on earth. This expense is justified because he needs it “for work.” Which sometimes looks an awful lot like Texas Hold’Em to me.
What we lack in technology, we make up for in nature. I’ll be back down to the Bay in a bit to see what’s fish and what’s fishing. And the Coopers Hawk is busy overhead. I mentioned before that he’s moved his nest across the street since his nest of the past 3 seasons sustained some hurricane damage (applause-o-meter soars into the red zone) but the upside of this was that my sidewalk wouldn’t look quite so much as though Hannibal Lector was residing in the oak. Wrong. He may be nesting across the street but he’s still dining in our tree. Doesn’t he have beautiful leggings?
So, it IS a beautiful day in the neighborhood and I’m around if not commenting. It was Mz. Mary’s birthday, Judy had big ears as a child, Bonnie has lupines. FC and Wayne and Pablo and Rurality continue to fascinate with a never ending game of animal, vegetable or mineral. I’ll be by again this evening, after the sun goes down.