"This breakfast was almost civilized"

It looked like rain but then the sun came out. Now it's clouding up again. We have no plans for today except that we have to finance the supermarket so that they can meet their payroll this week and we can have orange juice for breakfast.

Gordon said his breakfast was "almost civilized" this morning. I made a cheese omelet for him with substandard cheese and eggs that only took a 1/2 hr to break the shell. He made a sandwich of it on a hamburger bun with ketchup, figuring that ketchup can cover almost any taste.No meat again this morning. Can't wait to get off the island and get a decent meal with meat and real cheese and potatoes that don't have black spots in them and fresh fruits and vegetables..all of the things that an island SHOULD have but this one doesn't.I had a crumpet and juice because I cannot face another plain egg or another bowl of oatmeal. To say that we have been lacking in delicious meals is an understatement. Flavor has been an illusive goal here. We have settled for just trying to get nutrition, though I think we missed the goal with the crackers and warm water for lunch at the cave! If we were willing to sign over our life savings for a delicious steak meal at a restaurant, we wouldn't be able to complain, but what fun would that be:) Can't even imagine how much that could cost, when the Indian lunch with about 4oz total of chicken split between us, was $100.Some things you just can't buy, no matter how much money you have, like maple syrup and avocados, unblemished vegetables and good hamburger.
We have classified the birds, which means we've been here maybe too long. The black ones are "men in black" and are the most vocal birds I've met. The little ones are "walnuts with wings" and are as cute as little baby chicks, but doesn't prevent me from screaming, "hey..get off the bed".."hey, get out of my kitchen", "hey, get out of my house". It is a constant battle when the doors are open. I could record these statements and..OMG! I just had to chase one off the rug inside the front door as I was typing this!
We see baby doves all of the time. Never saw baby doves before. These adult doves have been mating since we got here. Must be the full moon and the romantic tropical breezes.
Well, I must stop and wash the dishes and pans (crime instruments) and get on with the day. My dreams these days are of everything I see on the Food Network, what I now call my porn channe