The days roll by. On my home page I have a counter to election day; it seems to be counting down pretty rapidly. And that's all to the good. When we are by the election and the COVID things can slow down--I hope. Meanwhile, there is not a lot of meaning in the passing of time. Life is tamped down by the two horrors and many of our usual small pleasures are not available. However, I got quite a lift from signing us up for a trip to the Azores next April. If we can go, it will be our fourth. Perhaps we will stay there.
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Blessed
Tonight, as we often do, we boated along Doubling Point after supper. The sun was setting, the reflected light on the trees to the East was golden, the water was still. Huge puffy cloud formations, colored by the sinking light, were inspiring--we can't see them from home. And today at our house were our two daughters, a son-in-law, and four grandchildren. Our life here is blessed, and we know it.
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Around the Horn
Thursday was a lovely day, a bit hot, and the seas were fairly calm, so we set off downriver, thinking of going out to Seguin. But there was a quite a bit of chop as we approached Perkins Island. We altered course, exploring Bay Point and Kennebec Point before rounding Indian Point and heading for the Sheepscot. On the way up we cruised through 5 Islands and popped into Robinhood to see if we could spot the pilothouse ketch belonging to the folks who are hoping to build in one of the Campbells' lots. We caught them as they were heading back to their mooring, having acquired material for a week's cruise downeast. An early supper at 5 Islands was punctuated by a rude seagull, who swooped down upon our onion rings (mostly consumed by then) and knocked over Grandma's wine. Interesting day.