Monday, August 13, 2018

The Brits and The Bees

We've had a new species buzzing around these parts over the last week or so . . .

. . . no, not these guys. Although these guys have been getting inordinately intoxicated on all the pollen we offer them . . . for free. Look at him, covered head to, er, tail? with all that delicious pollen . . .

No, these guys.

The Brits were in town. In their bitchin' rig.

We met up with them here and there, hither and yon . . .

. . . at Captain Scott's . . .

Aren't they cooooote??

And we had a lovely send-off for Auntie Sylv, whose actual send-off was in England, where none of us were.

But we were all together on City Pier in *New* London . . .

. . . and it was lovely and moving and emotional.

Rest in peace, Auntie Sylv.

There were beach shenanigans . . .

. . . and there were pub shenanigans . . . 

. . . oh, there were plenty of pub shenanigans . . . 

Legal!

 . . . and there was, apparently, lots of painting and artistry. By painters and artisans.

And then in one second the week was over and off they went. Just like that.

Bye-bye Brits

At least the bees stuck around.

Monday, August 6, 2018

One Hit Wonder

When I drive to the beach -- it is only two miles but for godssake people, I bring all the stuff; I need a car -- and in that car I need to have every window and the sunroof open, and I need to hear a summertime song.

Sirius Radio gives us The Bridge which is perfect for groovin' -- I grew up in the 70s, so oh how I groove -- but although groovin' works for most moments in life, for going to the beach? Not so much. No, I need to turn the dial one notch down, and tune into the 70s on 7.

I have no interest in the 70s on 7 in the dead of Winter . . . or, for that matter, the dawn of Spring or the dusk of Fall . . . but in the Summertime? I am all about the One Hit Wonders of the 70s on 7.

Which brings me to today.

Today, I am calling it a One Hit Wonder Day. One and Done. That's all, folks. That's all she wrote.

Hey, it's August. Everybody on the Planet Earth should be at the beach or toasting their Auntie Sylv or gardening or making rum drinks or visiting colleges or reading books or star-gazing or eating goldfish or biking or listening to baseball or singing pop tunes or for the love of petessake, soaking in this summertime because it's August and August is the real deal, people.

So in the spirit of 70s on 7, I'm declaring today One Hit Wonder day.

Boom.