"O What A Beautiful Morning"

6:30 

Forget about what time I was up; it's not important.  What is important is the view, the lake, the sky, the  temperature, not what I am listening to (NPR) or drinking (coffee, lots of sugar and milk, whipped, dusted with cinnamon).  So, it's another great morning, made even better by some rain last evening.  I was up just in time to see the sunrise above the horizon.  It's actually chilly, 62º, the lake surface wrinkled though there's no wind.  More action early than usual, it's the weekend after all but no bass boats rushing up and down the lake which is strange because we noticed a large trailer over at the Long Point Marina, the kind used for weighing in your catch.  There are a few boats out but nothing like it usually is when there's a tournament.  Maybe it was cancelled because few have been able to catch bass this summer.  Either they are not biting, changed their habitat or have disappeared.

I am getting bored with describing warm, sunny days on the dock.  Never thought I would complain about fine weather.  Anyways, we hung out all day at the house, never venturing beyond Woodlawn, even missing the opening of the Reverie Creamery, now open in Barbara Barry's Used Bookstore at the top of our road.  Cheese in, books out I guess.  We went kayaking again, this time over towards the Long Point Pavilion, hugging the shoreline, paddling down to Warner Bay, then back. If we get close enough to the eastern shore in the morning, we have shade, which is pleasant as the morning sun was beginning to bake us.

We were on the lake for an hour, getting back around 10:30.  For some unknown reason, I was motivated to crawl into our privets and rhododendrons, along the north side of our house, pulling weeds and vines that wrap themselves around trees, eventually choking them to death.  I found lots of weeds, vines that strangle our bushes but for now, it's looking pretty good.  Afterwards, I took the weeds and other branches to the wood pile.  While I was working outside, Evie was in trying to figure out why our refrigerator is no longer making ice cubes, an annoyance only when its not making ice cubes.  No cure yet so I fear a new refrigerator may be in the offing.  After weeding the fence line, I decided I might as well continue with my chore, so I grabbed my lake rake and went out and cut weeds again, for an hour, enjoying the water and sun.  Evie, meanwhile, got her fix in, cutting the lawn even though it hardly needed it.  The grass, at this time of the year, grows slowly, mostly because of the lack of rain.

So by lunch time, we were ready for a leisurely afternoon.  I enjoyed a another chicken/black bean enchilada for lunch, watched another episode of Ray Donovan so I am caught up, and Evie went out on the dock for the afternoon, happy to be reading her book.  We then alternated between the dock, the yard, and house, both of us reading, occasionally taking a swim, waiting for late afternoon so we could take a booze cruise, which we did around 5:00.  We hoped to boat up to the Chautauqua Institution but it was windy and choppy, so we were getting soaked as we head north, so we decided to turn around and cruise Bemus, the area protected by Long Point.  By the time we got back, the lake had settled and we could easily have gone to the CI.  No big deal I guess, as it's always a thrill to just be out on the lake.  Lots of boaters had the same idea, though they were parked in the curve of Long Point protected from the wind.  I counted twenty five boats anchored off the shoreline, swimming, no doubt drinking and partying and a number of boats were tied together.  It looks like fun.

7:05

We came home and enjoyed some St. Andre cheese and crackers on our front porch, with a mannie or two, watching the sky turn from blue to a darkening sky, as a storm was coming.  I hurried out on the dock and put the cover back on my boat.  By 8:00, however, the storm had passed and things cleared up.

7:55

We had Trader Joe's ribs for dinner, we some glorious home fries with onions, so good.  We watched The Daily Show and while we had our ribs and  also watched the first episode of a new series on Netflix, Wet Hot American Summer: First Day at Camp. The previews looked terrible and it was, typically gross and vulgar.  It seems when you don't have a good story, you just try to gross out your audience with jokes about sex and private parts and digestive disturbances.  O, yea, throw in a bully too and burp contests instead of a  fist fight...got to be politically correct.  Don't watch it