I noticed the few poinsettias growing higher against the wall were white but all those lower down were red. It must be the former are shaded by the eaves. Then I noticed some youths were trying to plant more white ones in the crevices of the wall. I noticed table companions were being served pancakes as dessert. I declared I wanted some too.  Pouring some powder into milk, too much. Couldn't stir it all in. Must add water, a little wouldn't hurt. H. wanted the window open. Handed me a small rock to prop it up. The woman with a baby to whom I handed it tried to put it on the sill but it rolled to the edge. Then she put the baby's arms through holes in a turkish towel so he wouldn't feel cold and he was delighted.