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A Noble Heron |
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8:12 |
It’s 8:23 and another sunny morning, and I was out for close to an hour and photographed a couple of herons, both along Sandy Bottom. Evie’s up as well, and we're enjoying our coffee, thinking about what we need to do today to get ready for our daughter Beth, who arrives this afternoon for a week at 4:45. We're excited.
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Kayak Morning |
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Heron Perched Above Sandy Bottom |
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Heron # 2, Hunkered Down |
Yesterday was a typical Saturday in some ways, different in others. First, I kayaked, finished the blog, and had breakfast. Usually, we then gathered trash so I could go to the Transfer Station. Evie wanted to put it off because she wanted to mow the lawn before it got too hot. Not a chance. So while mowing, I drove off to Mayville to pick up a five-gallon bottle for our cooler. When I returned, Evie was on the front porch, soaking and literally exhausted from mowing. I volunteered to finish the last fifth and she was more than happy to let me. I mowed for maybe ten minutes and worked up a sweat.
We saved the garden for later when Evie had cooled down. By noon, the trash was gathered and I was off to the Transfer Station, which is how I measure my Saturdays over the past fifteen years. Lunch was a couple of tomato sandwiches, finishing them off. I finished my show and don't know what to start today during lunch. I went upstairs to my nicely air-conditioned bedroom, read for a couple of minutes, then took a nap. Midafternoon, Evie put together tonight's dinner, chicken with mushrooms and artichokes. Around 4:00, I was bored with reading and went out and cut weeds in the lake for forty-five minutes. I think I am making some progress because our swimming area is practically weed-free.
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Wine Time: 5:15 |
I was on our front porch by 5:00, after a shower, to enjoy a glass of wine. Our neighbor, Missy, took time out from her family to sit on our porch and have a glass of wine with us. They usually have so much family that we rarely get a chance to talk. Earlier, when I went to Tops, I picked up hamburger and buns because Evie wanted burgers for dinner. So by 6:30, she had burgers fried and made, with pickles, mayo, and mustard, along with some cheesy pasta. We watched another couple of episodes of The Resident before Evie went up to bed and I started a PBS series called Lewis. I am sure I have watched a few episodes before. I was in bed by 10:30, reading until I fell asleep.
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It’s 8:23 on another sunny morning. I was out for nearly an hour and managed to photograph a couple of herons, both along Sandy Bottom. Evie is up too, and we’re enjoying our coffee, thinking about everything we need to do today to get ready for our daughter Beth, who arrives this afternoon at 4:45 for a week. We’re excited.
Yesterday was a typical Saturday in some ways, different in others. I started the day kayaking, finished a blog post, and had breakfast. Usually, we then gather the trash so I can take it to the Transfer Station. But Evie wanted to delay that a bit—she hoped to mow the lawn before it got too hot. No chance of that. While she mowed, I drove to Mayville to refill a five-gallon water bottle for our cooler.
When I got back, Evie was on the front porch, drenched in sweat and clearly exhausted from mowing. I offered to finish the last fifth of the lawn, and she gladly handed it over. I only mowed for about ten minutes, but still worked up a sweat.
We saved the garden work for later, after Evie had cooled down. By noon, the trash was collected, and I made the usual Saturday run to the Transfer Station—how I’ve come to mark the weeks over the past fifteen years.
Lunch was a couple of tomato sandwiches—the last of them. I finished my show but haven’t decided what to start next during lunchtime viewing. I headed upstairs to my pleasantly air-conditioned bedroom, read for a few minutes, and then took a nap.
In the afternoon, Evie prepped dinner: chicken with mushrooms and artichokes. Around 4:00, bored of reading, I headed out and cut weeds in the lake for about 45 minutes. I think I'm making progress—the swimming area is almost entirely weed-free now.
By 5:30, freshly showered, I was back on the front porch enjoying a glass of wine. Our neighbor Missy stopped by for a glass, too, taking a break from her family. They usually have such a crowd that we rarely get the chance to chat.
Earlier, on a trip to Tops, I’d picked up hamburger and buns because Evie had a craving for burgers. By 6:30, dinner was ready: juicy burgers with pickles, mayo, mustard, and some cheesy pasta on the side. We watched a couple more episodes of The Resident before Evie headed to bed, and I started a PBS series called Lewis. I’m sure I’ve seen a few episodes before. I went to bed around 10:30 and read until I drifted off.