Feeding the Seagulls

Time to clean out my freezer again.  Time to feed the seagulls down at the beach.

Last night I had some Tyson's grilled chicken breasts. Then I had an upset stomach.  I checked the bag and sure enough, garlic powder!  I love garlic but I cannot digest garlic powder.  Thus, those grilled chicken breasts were now destined to be seagull food.

I also had some garlic bread left in the refrigerator from the farewell lunch I had with Dr. Spo, Someone and Doug at the Miltonian Restaurant in Milton.  Bill and I don't eat bread anymore but I hate to waste food so when I returned from that lunch I froze the bread.  I took that bread out this morning.  More Seagull food.

I also had some unidentifiable frozen items in the freezer that had been there for who knows how long.  More Seagull food.

When I feed the seagulls down at Rehoboth Beach (note to The Cajun: don't tell me that it is against the law to feed the seagulls at Rehoboth - I know that. I am breaking the law) I go early to avoid the Sunday traffic and the Rehoboth police who would probably cite me (or worse) for FEEDING THE SEAGULLS.  I guess I could always go the the Walmart parking lot but I find the beach more scenic plus, if it's not too cold I could take a quick walk on the boardwalk to help reduce my spare tire.  

It's still cold around these parts folks.  I woke up to 30 degrees and thin coat of ice on my birdbaths.  Come on spring, make an appearance.  

Have a great day!

A Walk On The Boardwalk

Sourdough Panera bread from my freezer

A couple of years ago when I got my new car, I used to take the ten mile ride down Rt. 1 to Rehoboth Beach almost every day.  I would go early in the morning to avoid the traffic and bicyclists.  I liked to take my daily walk on the boardwalk and soak up some of that fresh salt air from the Atlantic Ocean.

Last year I got out of that habit and missed it.  I also put on a few pounds.  In fact, this summer I only took the ten miles trip to Rehoboth to have my annual Old Time Photo taken and that was during the day in the height of the tourist season (parking atrocious) and summer heat.

Me at Rehoboth Beach this morning before sunrise

This morning I got up at 5 am (went to bed early last night in preparation) so I could get to the boardwalk before the sun came up.  I don't like driving down Rt. 1 early in the morning after the sun comes up because it is right in my face.  The sun rises in the East on the Atlantic Ocean and Rt. 1 goes directly into Rehoboth.  The sun glare is almost blinding.  I also like to go early in the morning because there is hardly any traffic and I can sometimes make a straight shot into Rehoboth without hitting one traffic light.  That's what happened this morning, a straight shot into Rehoboth.

With the temperatures hovering around 37 degrees and the wind whipping around 15 mph, one might ask "Ron, why are you going into Rehoboth on a cold and windy January day?"  Good question!  Actually, I had a freezer load of Panera bread (from all that soup I got the past two months) that I wanted to unload and feed to the seagulls.  

Sea gull ready stale Panera sourdough bread

I got to the boardwalk Rehoboth and as expected, only me and a few lonely brave souls were foolish adventurous enough to be out this early in the morning in the cold and wind.  

The seagulls were ready for me.  Who told them?

Seagulls ready for breakfast this morning at Rehoboth Beach

After I fed the seagulls (they were most appreciative, I could tell by their incessant, ear piercing screeches), I walked back to the boardwalk and took my walk. 

Just me and a few hardy souls on the Rehoboth Boardwalk this morning

Ah yes, the brisk salt air.  The COLD salt air.  No matter, my walk was very invigorating.  Methinks I'll do this again next week.

Feeding the Seagulls

Yesterday when I was at the Walmart in Rehoboth Beach I noticed a gaggle of seagulls hunched down by the fast food restaurants trying to stay warm. That reminded me that I had some food to get rid of. I had two different types of cinnamon flavored cereals and a weird flavored bag of Doritos chips that didn’t agree with my taste buds. Fortunately seagulls aren’t as touchy as I am about food. So, first thing this morning I was off down Route 1, fighting the sun glare to sprinkle my unwanted food to the freezing sea gulls. As the pictures attests, they were most appreciative.

This is Day Ten of the New Year and I am making great progress in unpacking, sorting, organizing and tossing out what remained of my packed items from my move down here in November of 2006.  I still have a long way to go. I must admit I do feel better having finally broken the logjam and my inertia. A box I unpacked yesterday was one I had packed from my previous move from Philadelphia to Downingtown in 1980. Wow. Now you know I didn’t need those items. But I’m keeping them anyway. Two of the items were Disneyworld figurines. One was Goofy (my favorite) and the other “Lady” of Lady and the Tramp. I placed them, along with my other kotchkees, in my bookcase. I do not depart with my knick knacks. This is a trait in inherited from my Mother. When I’m dead and gone someone can come in here and have a fabulous estate sale like my great aunt Grace had when she died. I still have some of her stuff. But for now I'm keeping all these dust collectors.



Last night I wanted to relax to a good movie. Lately I’ve went through a string of God awful movies from Netflix.



Friday night I watched “The Woodsman” with Kevin Bacon. I couldn’t watch the whole thing. It’s about a child predator. Really? Is this entertainment? And Kevin Bacon? A wannabe Sean Penn. Kevin has a certain charm but I have yet to find it. And to top it off his real life wife Kyra Sedgwick played his love interest. While Kyra is a fine and interesting actress, did I really want to watch Kev and Kyra sucking on each other’s face and wriggling and moaning naked in bed? This is entertainment? And it was downright creepy watching Kevin’s character ogling the young schoolgirls on the bus he took to work. I bailed out when he followed one into the park where she was bird watching? This is entertainment?



Last night I tried to watch something called “The Frozen River.” It was supposedly the recipient of all kinds of “independent” award. Just what is an “independent” award anyway? This was another dreary, depressing movie about a Mom trying to support her two young sons near the Canadian border. She accidently stumbles into smuggling Chinese across the border. Sounds like an interesting premise but man oh man. The acting was atrocious, especially the Mohawk Indian woman who introduced the Mom into smuggling. Somebody was kidding themselves into thinking this was avant-garde. Something else I don’t understand. What’s with all the smoking? I don’t know, maybe I was in a bad mood. One thing was for sure, I wasn’t in the mood for either one of these movies.



The next Netflix movie on my agenda is “The Proposal” with Sandra Bullock. I need to see a movie that makes me laugh and not get me depressed.



I find that since renting movies from Netflix my tastes seem to go from a good murder mystery, historical dramas, suburbia slice of life situations, and romantic comedies (as long as they aren’t too ridiculous.) What I don’t like are slasher movies with buckets of blood and gore (that’s entertainment?), depressing documentaries (I can look all around my real life for drama and depression if I feel the need to get depressed) and animated cartoons. Sorry, I’m not a cartoon person, three D or not.



I have several projects I’ve been putting off that I probably should get to since I now am in full time retirement. One I converting my VHS tapes to a DVD format. That should be very interesting. The other is to figure out how to transfer my Palm data base from my old computer with a Windows XP to my new computer (the one I’m on now) with Windows Vista. As luck would have it I was one of those fools who bought a new computer with Windows Vista, which I’ve had nothing but frustration and problems with ever since I got it. I was also one of the “fortunate” few who bought a new computer with Windows Me. Remember that baby? I had to finally give the computer away because I couldn’t get it to work no how, no way. Even though I had “premium support” with Dell, it was all for naught. So why would I go and buy a new Dell computer with Windows Vista? Oh I don’t know, maybe I’m a glutton for punishment or maybe I didn’t believe that Mr. Softee (Bill Gates himself) could fool me twice. What was it that our former president Double You said?



“ Fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again.” George W. Bush



I probably shouldn’t admit it, but I do miss that clown.



By the way, I know I’m not following the rule of writing a good blog. Keep it on subject and be concise. As you notice, I write whatever comes into my mind. Hopefully it is of some interest to the reader. I know it makes me feel better writing about it. Right now I’m in a down mood. Maybe it’s the weather. These cold, short days of winter aren’t my favorite time of year. I like the long, warm, days of summer. I know those days are coming. That’s what keeps me going.