We've gotten out and about a couple times this summer, to see live music outside at our little city's beautiful Waterfront Park . . .
Monday, August 30, 2021
Monday, August 23, 2021
That Henri guy was a pesky stinker.
We did All The Things to prepare for
Hurricane Tropical Storm Henri. To, you might say, Batten Down
. . . and once we were Battened, we got ready to Hunker.
Henri arrived and it rained and the winds swirled and we ate all the Hurricane snacks and drank all the Hurricane beverages and all of a sudden it was over and we brought everything back out and it was a gorgeous summer afternoon . . .
. . . so we even mopped our almost-never-naked kitchen dance floor in celebration.
And then all hell broke loose.
The radar lied; Henri didn't go quietly west. He hung out and sent his wind to us from the *other* direction and everything fell down. Well, not everything but you know what I mean.
But we picked it up and went on with our lives, because what else can you do?
We're lucky and happy to be safe and dry and electric with no damage, and we hope everybody else made it through okay.
Pesky, that Henri guy.
Monday, August 16, 2021
You know it, I know it; everybody knows it.
These are the Dog Days of Summer and it is the most magical time of the year and I don't want to hear a peep out of any of Santa's elves -- it's true.
It is pure gloriousness.
And also? It is pure let's-see-what's-on-the-phone time of the year because who has time to think?
Because let's face it. If you're working hard in August, you're either a brain surgeon or you're an over-achiever.
And I am neither.
There has been a lot of beach-going . . .
(and pretend you can see Ledgie behind Mistah's head) . . .
Monday, August 9, 2021
We love these two friends of ours so very deeply.
They came to see us again yesterday.
And we had ourselves a Time.
Monday, August 2, 2021
ITAM is back.
I know, I know, it's been several long, tear-filled, hopeless years without it, but a new day has dawned, and ITAM has found a new home in August, and I am happy to announce it is officially International T-Shirt Appreciation Month.
And what better way to kick off the festivities than the return of the Dharma Bums?
Three of my favorite boys in all the land were on my deck yesterday, and they happened to be sporting their ITAM regalia -- coincidentally, serendipitously -- and well, all became right with the world.
Especially when the lobster rolls hit those empty plates.
And then? Even better?
There was throwing . . .