Monday This and That

Spring is springing! Pic by Ten.

The neighborhood’s changing—getting a bit wild.

Ten and Jen brought me interesting, fun news yesterday morning. Out on the seawall, two of our fellow residents, coyotes, were foraging for breakfast. Apparently the couple lost sight of each other and began calling out:

“Where’d ya go Bernice?”
“I’m right over here Xavier!”

Jen said their voices sounded like high pitched howls. Eerie. Maybe Xavier was telling Bernice that a seagull had just dropped a few clams—“Shake a leg, breakfast’s on.”

This was a little before 7AM—later than we usually see our furry friends. I wonder where they might live/hang out during the day. We figured they probably take cover in the marsh or maybe on Raccoon Island (accessible at low tide). Jen and our neighbor Andrea both mentioned seeing mom, pop and junior coyote walking up our street (in the early morning hours) the other week. Sweet. I welcome our new neighbors.

Yes, Coco and Skitter are indoor babies and quite happy about that too.

I sure as hell hope that none of our less evolved, gun owning fellow residents decide to get stupid. Bernice and Xavier have just as much right to the beach as we do.
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News to me—Hendrix once opened for the Monkees. Now, lemme be clear, I love the Monkees but this pairing was WAY beyond  ill-considered. The overlap between the fanbases had to be ridiculously small. It’d be like having NIN open for the Backstreet Boys. Like having Paella de Marisco as an appetizer before a main course of cotton candy and Skittles.

It was in the UK…that Monkee Mike Nesmith first heard a tape of Hendrix playing while at a dinner party with John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Eric Clapton. Nesmith and his fellow Monkees Peter Tork and Micky Dolenz became instant Jimi Hendrix fans, and after witnessing his legendary performance at the Monterey Pop Festival in June 1967, they encouraged their own manager to invite the little-known but highly respected Jimi Hendrix Experience to join their upcoming U.S. tour.
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As Mickey Dolenz later recalled, “Jimi would amble out onto the stage, fire up the amps and break out into ‘Purple Haze,’ and the kids in the audience would instantly drown him out with ‘We want Daaavy!’ God, was it embarrassing.”

Jimi Hendrix managed to get through a total of only seven dates with the Monkees, culminating in his final show on July 17, 1967, which may or may not have ended with Hendrix saluting the crowd with his middle finger. (source)

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I got a new, stupendously gorgeous couch AND it was free! My friend Monica inherited and had no room for it. My old couch was fine, apart from the badly shredded upholstery (Coco’s ‘art’ project) but ultimately uninspiring. This one? Oooo baby! I’m in love.

Also, I’m now feeling an urge to luxuriatingly stretch out, read Victorian novels, snarf bon bons and sip Apple Toddies.

Apple Toddy
1 table-spoon of fine white sugar
1 wine glass of cider brandy
½ of a baked apple
Fill the glass two-third full of boiling water, and grate a little nutmeg on top.