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| Southern Sky at 7:00 |
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| Northern Sky at 7:00 |
It's 7:30 and I have been up for over an hour, watching the storm clouds from the north push the blues skies in the south aside, darkness to the north, light to the south. It's 55º without a whisper of wind, no boats in sight, as the lake remains quiet on a Thursday morning. It reminds how quiet this area becomes after Labor Day, especially after the Chautauqua Institution season ends this Sunday. And there used to be a sign at one of the homes in Bemus, counting down the days till Labor Day when life in Bemus would return to normal, the tourists would go home for the year. We don't quite feel that way but...
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| A Rainy Day For A Paddle |
We were both at sixes and sevens yesterday morning, not sure what we wanted to do and the sky was dark, threatening rain. So what did we do, put on our slickers, get out our life jackets, and go for a long kayak paddle, despite the fact that it was beginning to rain. The lake was like a vast piece of gray slate, motionless except for the waves from our paddles. We started out with a drizzle, slid along the shore line of Long Point, headed back to the reeds, when it started to pour. We loved it, being the only ones on a lake being pelted with raindrops. By the time we got home, our slickers were dripping rain, water soaking our bathing suits and bare legs. We were slightly chilled when we got in the house, so we both took hot showers to warm up. A great way to start our day, getting drenched by a storm while kayaking!
Around 1:00, Evie drove into Mayville to the doctor's office for a blood test, then stopped at Tops to pick up a few things. I stayed home, ate leftover Cubans and Reuben's, and watched the beginning of the Longmire series, about a sheriff set in the Northwest. I have been meaning to watch it but have never gotten around to starting it. Now is the time. It cleared up some in the afternoon, and we both went out on the dock to read, with blankets because it was windy and cool. We spent much of the time ogling the amazing puffs of clouds but went in after forty five minutes
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| Clouds On A Wednesday Afternoon |
Earlier in the day, we had decided to go to the local theater in downtown Jamestown, the classic Reg Lenna, with refurbished inside, with balcony and opera seats. A Sundance award winning film was showing that we had wanted to see called,
ME and EARL and the dying GIRL. First, however, we ate at our favorite Mexican place, Taco Hut, on Third Street, across from the theater. It was busy so we sat at the bar, struck up a conversation with the bartender, Taylor, only twenty one, a student at JCC. She was fun to talk with and efficient and helpful. Evie got her usual, a vegetarian pizza with portabellos, and I got the enchilada dinner, with rice and black beans, both quite good. The movie was well attended, a couple of hundred of us, in the vast theater. I, unfortunately, did not get invested in the film, the two main characters, until late in the film. I wanted to like it more than I did but still would recommend it, especially the performance by the narrator, Greg (Thomas Mann) an awkward, insecure, self conscious kid who befriends a young girl with leukemia. It's a tear jerker, of course, with some humor, set in a high school of various tribes.
We were home around 9:15, in time to watch Fox News' Megan Kelly discuss Donald Trump's latest faux pas, his argument with commentator, Jorge Ramos who challenged Donald at a news conference. We are getting sick of the coverage the media is giving this dope, keeping his name in the headlines, winning him more and more attention and voters. The media is making his campaign. It was good to get back to my book, Dead Monkey, set in the Florida Keys.
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