Showers at 5:00 a.m., Sunny At the Moment

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7:06

It's almost 8:00 and I have been up for little over an hour, sleeping in, sort of.  Evie was up early, so the coffee was made and she had already taken a morning sunrise photograph.  It's cooler this morning, as the next four days look amazing, cool and sunny with no rain predicted, a perfect 4th of July weekend.

Yesterday was humid, like a warm bath, much of the day.  No yoga so we had an easy morning of reading and cleaning up the kitchen from the previous night's dinner.  Around 10:00, we decided to go kayaking, despite the heat.  It was a nice paddle, over to Long Point and to the Marina, then back to Wells Bay and home, around forty five minutes.  Some action on the lake but not much.  I assume things will pick up in the next twenty four hours.

Around 11:00, I drove to Lakewood, for a final shopping excursion, returning items at the Tractor Company and Walmart.   I picked up more 'little clio' lures,  the answer, we hope to our fishing woes. At Wegman's I picked up six pounds of Sahlen hot dogs (on sale), and Evie wrapped and froze them for the next month, keeping some out for the Fourth.

When I got home, I had lunch and watched some of Wimbledon.  The new phenom, Nick Kyrgios, from Australia, who beat Nadal on Tuesday, lost in four sets on Wednesday...now a one day phenom.  The rest of the day, both Evie and I spent reading on the dock, jumping in the water, then reading in the shade or our maples when it got too warm out.  Around 5:30, we sat out on the dock, again, with a couple of beers, to enjoy the end of the afternoon heat, the sun finally hiding behind the trees.

Clouds, Late Afternoon

For dinner, Evie made chicken clubs, with Wegman's sour dough bread, an easy and tasty choice for a humid evening at the lake.  We watched a fairly new movie, AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY, a play made into a movie, with a stellar cast, Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, Sam Shepard, and one of my favorites, Chis Cooper.  It's about about a family that's more than dysfunctional, perhaps crazy!  They gather when the patriarch, Sam Shepard, walks out on his wife,  Meryl Streep,  and commits suicide, drawing the three daughters home for the funeral with their significant others.  The film was slow, very talky as you would imagine because it's a play, but towards the last third, I got more into it as the character's flaws and backgrounds became more clear, though extreme.  For example,  the spinster daughter has fallen in love with her first cousin only to find out he's really her brother.  Maybe I am getting jaded by the action packed films, but I wanted more than four women complaining about their lives, often screaming at each other, as the men, passive and stoic for the most part, stood by and listened.  Only Chris Cooper spoke up, with the most memorable monologue of the movie. We went to bed early, to read and sink into the heat.