Harbingers

 

Years back, when we used to have a house on a lake, we spent Labor Day weekend packing it up for the winter tenants, the ones who were kind enough to pay the mortgage so we could afford a second home.

Let a gal keep her mystery

 

I was just reading in today’s Boston Globe about this weekend’s convergence of Nessie hunters at Loch Ness. Apparently the place is being stormed with drones, infrared cameras, and microphones to detect underwater sounds.

End of August

 

Little to report here – hence the week+  long absence.

Neither sleet nor rain . . .

 When I first read about check washing, my first thought was that it was a city phenomenon, not something that would reach our small Massachusetts town.

Chicken in the Pot

 

I cooked a whole chicken last night, something I haven’t done in a while.

Withdrawal and Love Apples

          Last night was my second non-Nyquil night. 

Try again next week

 

The theme for this week seems to be one of cancellations.

Not just for millionaires

 

Sometimes I feel vaguely defensive about playing golf, long considered the pastime of idle fat cats in white shoes and ugly pants.