Yup,
still here. And it’s not as though there’s been such a cavalcade of events that
I’ve been too busy to post. Although there was that thrilling trip to Costco to
re-stock our Glucosamine, and perhaps I could have written about how often I’ve
been out to sweep the common hallway due to all the leaves blown in by the
wind.
We did see a production of Christie’s “The
Mirror Cracked” in Sarasota. It was a bare-bones set, but the cast was good.
On a trip to the ladies’ room I was most impressed by the
creativity of whoever does
this sort of thing at the theater itself.
Oh, and the next day’s review in the paper left me grinding
my teeth. At a dramatic moment in the play, a huge stage light (it was probably
cardboard – the real thing would have left a hole in the floor) crashed down in
a murder attempt. The little chippy who wrote the review pointed out that in
the 19th century such lights didn’t exist. I’m not sure what century
she thinks she’s living in, but Christie wrote in the 1920s. Editors, where are
you?
On a walk around the complex, I usually pass someone out with
their dog. The other day I ran into a gentleman whose dog I recognized, a tiny
white poodle. “That’s Lucy, isn’t it?” It was, and we chatted a bit while I
patted her. I noticed she had on a tiny harness I hadn’t seen on her before but
didn’t comment on it. The harness proclaimed her to be a ‘Comfort Dog’.
First, I doubt if it was necessary. Residents of our little
complex are unlikely to interfere with her onerous duties as a comfort dog.
Secondly, do others see the label and wonder what it is about
the owner that requires the emotional backup?
A neighbor I spoke to about it snorted and said, “Fake. They
just have that so they can take the dog wherever they want.”
Last night I put the chicken casserole (fabulous recipe from
Peg Bracken – chicken, artichokes, mushrooms) in the oven at 325 instead of 375
and we headed to the beach for sunset.
The gulf is only about 4 miles away, so we could leave at
5:40 for the 6:15 sunset. After the chilly weather we’ve had, 60 degrees felt
balmy. Except the already windy conditions intensified as usual on the water,
and I found myself wishing the stupid sun would hurry up and clunk down like a
cartoon.
Incredibly, there was actually someone out there
paddleboarding.
I've seen similar "comfort [pet]" harnesses out and about. People make them themselves, or buy them off of Etsy or similar. I know a couple of people who've done that. I think if you want your comfort pet to live in a no-pet rental, that requires a mental health document. A true Service animal wears an official "Service" harness.
ReplyDeleteToo bad about "The Mirror Cracked" review. Embarrassing, even.
I wonder how these pet owners don’t see what their faux harnesses say about them.
DeleteNot exactly bikini weather on your beach, I see.
ReplyDeleteI was grateful for my blanket.
DeleteOh, that beach photo makes me nostalgic for Venice, even if it was chilly and blowy! I'm friends with the guy who used to be the Herald-Tribune's longtime theater critic. (He doesn't work there anymore.) I wonder what he thinks of the "little chippy"? LOL!
ReplyDeleteShe repeated her reference to the wrong century again in the article. The poor thing must be under the impression that the 1900s equals the 19th century. And this is from a “professional “ writer.
DeleteAnd how scary is it that no editor caught it?!
DeleteI fear that editors are a dying breed.
DeleteDid you take photos of the sunset? The chicken recipe sounds delicious.
ReplyDeleteYes, we keep taking pictures of it- can’t seem to help ourselves.
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