A Morning Of Quiet And Solitude

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It' 7:00 and I have been up for an hour, at  first waiting for the sun to rise, now waiting for it to peak out above the cloud cover.  The sky has been a vast dome of gray much of the morning, with the sun occasionally peaking out from its gaps.  It's 53º, the highs in the next couple of days will be in the 60's.  Summer, where have you gone.  We may get some needed rain this morning, at least that's my hope.

Life has settled down here at the lake now that we are home alone.  It was a busy but fun weekend with my sisters and now, we have am empty calendar for the near future.  We will have to see if anyone turns up in the next month, perhaps some friends heading home from the East Coast (read that Joe, Mary Lou and Paul). Yesterday began with my blasting music, making sure everyone was up and ready for a big breakfast before their drives home.  Evie made a great send off breakfast of blueberry and banana pancakes, along with a rasher of bacon.  We said our alohas around 9:00 and suddenly, the house was empty and quiet.  So what did we do, the obvious, start organizing, cleaning, and putting away all the stuff from the weekend, like cleaning up the kitchen, emptying the cooler, stripping the beds, easy things like that, not too taxing, but a beginning.  Both Evie and I were low energy, so that was about it for the morning and afternoon.  We did kayak around 11:00 because the lake was calm, empty, begging us to enjoy.  By the time we headed home, the wind had picked up some, so we got home just in time.  I wanted to pick up a book at the Ashville Library, so I drove off around 12:30, picked up my book, and filled up two five gallon gas cans for my boat.

Lunch was simple, the way it will be for the next couple of days, as we had lots of leftovers from the weekend.  I heated up some leftover ratatouille and rice, finished it off from Thursday night's dinner as I watched the latest Ray Donovan.  Evie was out on the dock by then, so I joined her after a nap and some reading.  I finally have found something to read, some fluff but fun, a Carl Hiassen thriller set in Florida called BAD MONKEY.  It started to cloud up late afternoon, so after putting the gas in my boat, I put on the boat cover, thinking rain was coming.  It didn't.

At 6:20, we drove over to the Viking Club.  It was Reuben and Cuban night and we were meeting the Mc Clures, who were back from Pittsburgh, ready to enjoy the lake for a couple of weeks.  The club was unusually crowded and Ron and Linda had already ordered us our sandwiches because the club announced it had a limited number of sandwiches left.  So, we sat in the bar, drinking a beer and enjoying two Cubans, two Reuben's, our usual order, and catching up on the past weeks activities, planning for the next couple of weeks.

Sunset From Viking Club

We were home by 8:30, both of us wiped out from our weekend, and we collapsed on the couch, barely able to watch Real Time with Bill Maher.  We made it through, however, then went up to bed, early for us at 10:00.