Rainy Sunday in Port Chester

The door to the back porch is open and we can hear the rain falling across the garden, down the gutters and on to the roof of the screen porch. It is almost noon and Jinny and I have just finished a breakfast of bacon and raisin toast with ramekins of blueberries and sliced bananas. We are well into the Sunday NYT.
By the way, on this visit, I found wifi by the hedge near her driveway. I've spent time the last two afternoons sitting in the grass by this hedge because there is a very good connection there. Because of the rain this morning, I decided to open the front door and see if I could locate the same connection though it's a good forty feet further away, but by heaven, it's working. Perhaps damp weather makes the wifi circle bigger? I say this because I remember once reading a book about the preponderence of ghost and supernatural goings-on in England. The reason given was that the very dampness of the air allowed a freer flow of vibrations. I say hurray for rain and I wish that Texas was getting its fair share.
Today's NYT has an op-ed piece written from Wimberly by Richard Parker about the drought and the enormous changes that this drought is bringing to Texas. Deer are dying from hunger and thirst, cattle are being sold off, creeks and river beds are dry or nearly so. In Houston, Mayor Annise Parker says that Houston's water will be rationed within a week if we get no rain. I fret about the big trees on several properties around my house and had Earl buy a hose extension so we can water the pine tree across the fence and the magnolia and cypress down in the ravine.
Last night I read a paperback copy of Calvin Trillin's 'Alice, Let's Eat,' a 1978 edition of essays on dining and food that I found among Jinny's cook books. It's been a pleasant amusing read as Trillin uses his wife Alice as a perfect foil for his ruminations. The book's yellowed pages are crammed with sentences like these:
"When we're dressing to go to someone's house for dinner, Alice often tries to persuade me that there are ways of showing appreciation to the hostess other then having thirds."
And this: "Alice has a lot of nice qualities, but when someone tells me, as someone often does, how fortunate I am to have her as my wife, I generally say, "Yes, she does a broad view of what constitutes an hors d'oervre...What I mean is that if we happen to be driving through Maine on our way to Nova Scotia, where we live in the summer, Alice does not object when, ten miles from the lobster restaurant where we plan to stop for dinner, I screech to a halt in front of a place that has the look of a spectacular fried-clam stand. "It'll make a nice hors d'oerve," she says."
How about this: "I can testify to her restraint: on the Christmas I presented her with a Cuisinart food processor, not realizing that what she really wanted was a briefcase, she thanked me politely, like the way an exceedingly courteous person might thank a process server for a subpoena. ("Well," I finally said, "it might be good for mulching the Christmas tree.")
It's almost 2:00 now. Jinny has departed the kitchen table for a nap, the rain is softer now and I am sitting by the open front door grabbing that wifi from across the hedge. I'll write a little more and catch up on emails and then I may dip into Jinny's original edition of Peg Bracken's "I Hate to Cook Book." A week ago my friend Sally called me to say she'd run across her old copy and was chuckling as she reread it page by page. That prompted me to pull out my falling-apart paperback to read her some of my favorite parts of this classic, rebellious cook book. It's worth ordering both of these tomes from Amazon.
And, by the way, there is enough in the Sunday paper for me to tie myself in knots. Seems as if the U.S. population has itself to blame for the political polarization. Yes, indeed. We 'self-segregate' and Congress is a reflection of what we do each day within our communities. read Sheryl Gay Stolberg's piece on compromise and the lack thereof. Bill Bishop has written a book called "The Big Sort" in which he demostrates that from the Jimy Carter administration forward, the number of voter landslide counties has increased from 268 per cent to 47.6 per cent. He writes that 'political clustering is reflected in religious participation and even shopping choices. David Wasserman, of the nonpartisanCook Political Report, reently calculated that 89 per cent of the Whole foods stores in the U.S. were in counties carried by Barak Obma in 2008, while 62 per cent of Cracker Barrel restaurants were in counties carried by John McCain.
Enough for now. Jinny has napped and we are on our way to the grocery store. Might be a Trader Joe's. How do folks vote if they live near a Trader Joe's?