Wednesday, 24 May 2017


Paul Van D is an occasional worshiper at St. Boniface Church Tuesday morning Eucharist.

As he left this week I noticed his new tattoo on the back of his leg.

I said  "Paul, that's a very ............ tattoo".

He turned, grinned and said "most people have to ask me what it represents".

Not Paul's tat. but it looks a bit like this.

Q.   What word did I use

Monday, 22 May 2017

Feeling downright crabby recently.

The best and most delicious Crab cakes I have ever eaten were in a Restaurant called "The Green Room" in Hendersonville, N.C.  Big chunks of Crab and next to no filler.

The memory of that meal stayed with me, so much so that about two weeks ago I began to lust for Crab cakes.

I had two at a restaurant on May 14th.   The best I could say about them is that they had once has a passing acquaintanceship with a crab.

I tried again on May 16th at another restaurant. This time I judged that the Crab cakes had once seen a crab, from a distance.

"All of the filler, none of the meat!".

So there was nothing else to do but to make my own.

The recipe called for

1lb crab meat
1 1/2 tablespoons of bread crumbs.
2 teaspoons of chopped fresh parsley.
Salt and pepper to taste
1 egg
1 1/2 tablespoons of mayo
1/2 teaspoon of dry mustard.

I had only 12 oz of canned (and drained) lump Crab meat so I went easy on the bread crumbs,parsley, mayo, and mustard.

I baked the Crab cakes for 15 minutes at 350 degrees for 15 minutes, and then browned the tops and bottoms in a skillet with a bit of butter.


Almost worthy of "The Green Room". And sufficient for two meals each with 11/2 cakes.

Before cooking.

For lunch on May 21st, with cucumber, red pepper and heirloom tomatoes.

Sunday, 21 May 2017

Vitality and energy at St. Margaret of Scotland Church.

I gave my home parish (St. Boniface on Siesta Key) a pass this morning and went out to St. Margaret of Scotland Church instead.  I was there partly because I have "supplied" there from time to time, but mostly because their Rector, the Revd. Carla McCook, is a valued member of our Tuesday morning study group.

It was a wise choice.  There is so much good spiritual energy at St. Margaret's.

The congregation sings and makes responses with energy and verve.

I never thought I'd say this but think it's partly because the hymns and congregation responses are projected onto a screen.  This results in worshipers looking up rather than burying their noses in a Prayer Book or Hymnal.

Rev. Carla  (as she is known) preached a brief, intelligible and clear sermon. The service included a Baptism (always a morale booster for aging congregations).

Liturgy and preaching apart the best part of the service for me was the presence of a child - thirteen month old Charlie.

His Mum and Dad sat immediately in front of me.  It was clear that Charlie felt very much at home as he rested on his Dad's shoulder, and looked back at me.

He and I had a long "eye flirtation" which eventually led to a "pinky" hook up!

What a gorgeous child!

That was not all.  From time to time Mum and Dad caressed his fulsome hair with such tenderness. And a few times they touched each other, not in an ostentatious way, but as if to say "we are so blessed to have each other and to have this wonderful child".

When the time came for the Baptism I exceeded my authority as a guest and suggested to the Mum and Dad that they should take Charlie to the front of the Sanctuary so that this wee lad could see what was happening (he seemed to be fascinated with all that was happening),  This they did.

Jesus said "let the little children come to me and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven".  I understood this so very clearly this morning.

Thank you Rev. Carla and the people of St. Margaret's.

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Glen Oaks Ridge Condominiums, Sarasota FL

We are a community of 197 or so smallish, but two bedroomed units situated conveniently mid way between 1 75 and downtown Sarasota (and within sight of the Bobby Jones Golf Club)..

We are people of modest means, no one is very rich  (and a few are are barely hanging in there).

I've just done a mental survey which reveals that  fourteen of the twenty four units in my immediate area are occupied by single people (divorced, widowed or never married). That's probably representative of the entire Glen Oaks Ridge community.

Three other owners in my immediate  locale are also U.K. born. - from Newcastle, Windsor, and Sheffield.


I have a beloved first cousin in  Bristol U.K. who lives in a City owned urban cemetery.   It's an older place, probably created in the late 19th Century.  (The remains of my four grandparents  are interred there).

My cousin and her partner live in the Cemetery Lodge  (he works for the City).  It's a charming home almost like a country cottage, though sadly in need of some modernisation by a cash-starved City Council.Their only tenant duties are to open and close the big iron gates every day.  Once that is done it's almost as if they lived in the countryside.

In the summer Glen Oaks Ridge empties out as many owners go north.

My community then feels like a cemetery (but utterly devoid of the quiet charm of my cousin's home).