Woof woof

Do you think this is cute? I don't. It is one thing to paint lil chickies at Easter (not too cute, either), but quite another to paint a DOG, fagoonesssake. We caught the tail end (yes, I meant it) of the First Annual Wag-a-thon at Dana Point the other day. Of course, Dana Point is the hometown of Andy Reid, right?
We just got back home. What a wonderful week of beach and food, and friends... but it's just a tiny bit wacky out there.
Break out the coffee brandy, Grandma.

Great Balls o' Fire

We are in Laguna Beach for six days, visiting Tom and Gerri Regan. The VRBO rental is superb, high above the town, on the rim of a canyon,  with sea views and sunsets and so forth. It feels rather like a luxurious gite, especially as it is administered by a lively French lady called Nelly. For some reason she mentioned Jerry Lee Lewis. I said I had met said miscreant (he tried to snake my date at Colonial Club), and she said she had met him, too, "in Paris: he ees un great pianist!" I love SoCal. In short bursts. Off for some Mexican food. There is no Mexican food in Maine, although there are Mexican restaurants... mostly run by gringos.

Mooring

Today we arranged with Herb Freeman to install a permanent granite mooring for Autumn. This is a major advance, we hope. Also, we consulted him about a ramp and float coming off our rocks. We will think about that this summer.
Such thoughts are welcome these days, as the daffodils bloom and the fresh wind blows.
Meanwhile, it's off to California for a week!

Invasion

The house was roaring with wicked children this weekend. Lots of games were played, though how much actual PROGRESS occurred on these game boards is questionable. No blood was spilt, as the frisbee golf game seemed to lack its usual intensity and proficiency, and Maggie dubiously drank a vile concoction mixed in glee by her grandfather... and thereby began to recover her voice, missing for two weeks. Possibly it was the threat of more vile concoction that brought back the voice, one never knows.
Supper for 15 at the Cabin and then a stop at the DQ-- you could almost believe it was summahtime.

Egotism

As one ages, it is hard to accept, sometimes, that one is just...

.....

an afterthought.


Sic transit gloria mundi.

Dingle dongle - more tech

NERD ALERT. Wow. It seems like just a month or so ago that I read about a $50 barebones "computer" for experimenters or life in the jungle. But I ran into a tiny Android device that plugs into the HDMI port in any TV and bought one. It has amazing specs and works remarkably well. Watching HD travel videos on our 42-incher makes us eager to hit the skies, and of course Grandma was rocking out to the rock videos. It is a full computer, very fast and able. Cost $44 with free shipping, takes USB keyboard/mouse. Amazing. Here is a nice Chinese fella showing it off on YouTube. Holy mackerel.

The Paschal Boat

As we were peering down at hole #4 on our Easter frisbee golf game, Grandma spotted a hull down at the river's edge. Gregg and Toby went to rescue it, and at risk of life and limb, hauled it ashore and up the bank. It is the derelict hull of a Cape Dory 7 1/2 foot sailing dinghy. The hull seems mostly sound, but the rest is wrecked. I have advertised it as lost, but if it goes unclaimed I think I will attempt to rebuild it and maybe teach someone to sail. It is a bit small for Papa, but I do like its lines and lineage.
This blog has been silent for some time, as the bloggah has not felt inspired. And still doesn't, much. How about you?