Hurricane Harbor

A writer and a tropical muse. A funky Lubavitcher who enjoys watching the weather, hurricanes, listening to music while enjoying life with a sense of humor and trying to make sense of it all!

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Open a New Window... In Miami... signs of Cool Air

Beautiful, wonderful, marvelous cool air blowing through the window from the East on an ominously strong flow. Sky is gray, white, shades of both and small, frequent showers are blowing through the area like a kiss..or a promise of winter down the road.

Or at least fall.

Fall in Miami though often brings tropical weather...not golden leaves or snow flurries.

But, before you can get those tropical storms of October you have to get a few good fronts that pass on down the line far enough to flavor our weather with a football sunday like today.

Okay.. so I'm watching the Red Sox game and my boys are at the Marlins game and the Dolphin's are on their "bye" week. So, we have mixed metaphors here... with cool air, signs of fall and signs of summer... all jumbled up in a jambalaya stew cooking on the stove because it feels like fall.. even if it's only a temporary illusion in Miami.

But, oh what an illusion.. it feels so fine.

Cool air..blowing through my open window... wow....


A lot of moisture out there... all we got to do is get something spinning.

As for me.. I'm reading recipes today... looking for culinary inspiration for the High Holidays later this week.

Carrot Cake.
Honey-Orange Chicken.
Soup...some kind of soup... mixed home brew..Miami Soup simmering on the stove top.

Trying to clean the pot I burned the other day while writing .. who knew a gefilte fish log burned in a pot could mess up a pot so bad... If i can't get it cleaned, am taking down the pot I like that I used for Passover... buy another.. or take a box of matzah on the road next year.. won't need it where I'm going.

Reading and writing with my friend. Somethings you just can't fight.

Wondering why I have to watch Stephen King's butt ugly face every single Red Sox game. I'm sure there are other people there. No... they have the Stephen King mini cam on TV nonstop and he's not even watching.. he's staring down at something in his lap it seems. Oh.. maybe he spilled the chili..

So... I'm here... watching, meandering my way through the day... planning a menu for Rosh Hashonnah.

And... hoping the Red Sox win today.


Mame:Open a new window,
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before;
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block.
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional,
Just put your thumb up to your nose.
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage,
The fizz doesn't fizz too long.
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay,
Simply travel a new high way,
Dance to a new rhythm,
Open a new window ev'ry day!


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