The Quiet And Calm Of A Monday Morning

6:35

It's 6:50 and I just watched a couple of guys next door pull a nice bass out of the lake, just off our dock.  The one quickly held it up for the other to take a photo with his phone...instant story to be sent to all of his friends.  The sun has been fighting to rise above the cloud cover, with little success.  We will have to wait longer for the sun to hit the lake, our house.  Right now the lake's slate gray, a light fog off towards the eastern shore, hardly a ripple except when a boat goes by, a bit of a chill in the air (62º) as I sit on my front porch in a tee shirt. Oops, the sun has just lit up the front yard, a boat just went by, drowning out the songs of the happy, house building purple martins.  Another week begins.

Bass For Breakfast

Like the previous day, it was supposed to rain off and on yesterday, shaping our day.  Unfortunately, or fortunately, it never did  rain (just a few minutes of drizzle) though it was overcast much of the morning and cleared up late in the day for a beautiful late afternoon.  We decided to go kayaking around 9:30 despite the weather report, jumped in our boats and started up the lake when it started to drizzle, just enough to make us turn around.  As we headed back, the drizzle stopped so we headed down the lake, and the drizzle began again, so we said the heck with it, came home, put our kayaks on the rack and it never rained again.

Most of yesterday morning, then, and a good part of the afternoon Evie spent working on photos for the Summer, 2014 album.  She has made great progress, lots of amazing photos arranged in categories but way too many, so she will have to go through them and cull them once again.  I did some reading, went out for a paddle, unfortunately just as the wind picked up, so it was rough fishing down by the reeds and I had to fight my way home.  While I was out, Evie and our neighbors, Pat and Joyce, sat out on our dock for at least an hour, enjoying the afternoon, and catching up.

Shadows Encroach As The Long Day Wanes

When Evie was finished with her work, we relaxed on the front porch for a good hour and a half before dinner, the lake a delight of dark blue, the sky a light blue, as the lake began to quiet, as the weekenders headed home.  We had a Manhattan to celebrate Father's Day, some cheese and crackers and Evie did not have to worry about dinner because we were, once again, having leftovers, this time chicken boursin from Friday night.  We were going to watch a DVD but found it was damaged, so I will mail it back to Netflix this morning.  So, we watched the last three or four holes of the US Open golf championship, on late because it was taking place in Washington, on the west coast.  Jordan Spieth, the twenty one year old, won once again but not in a way he would have liked, as his competitor, Dustin Johnson, three putted the 18th hole, to lose the match. A terrible way for him to lose, for Jordan to win.  We then watched Nurse Jackie, one more episode to go and the series ends for good.  Will she stay off of drugs?  Keep her job?  Will Eddie go to jail?  Lots of if's for next week.