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| Painting By Our Daughter Beth Reminds Me of This Morning's Sunrise Below |
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| 7:14 |
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It's 7:30, the sun bright in the partly cloudy sky, the lake empty and wrinkled by a light wind, as I sit here listening to Morning Joe. When I woke, the sky was vivid pink, which quickly disappeared as the sun began to rise. It's 46º, the chilliest morning in five months and it feels good.
Yesterday was an authentic fall like day, in the 60's most of the day, sunny, blue skies, puffy clouds. After a leisurely morning, we decided to drive to the Chautauqua Institution, our usual routine over the years on Sunday morning, and go for an hour walk around the grounds. We were both energized by the cool weather, enjoyed the walk, the ubiquitous porches, the front yards filled with flowers, lots of hostas, hydrangeas, perennials and annuals. We struck up a conversation with one of the locals who lives in the CI, out walking her kids dog, how typical. They had rebuilt their lakefront house a couple of years ago and tried to make the new one similar to the old one. We vaguely remember her old house before it was torn down. We stopped for corn on the way home, were tempted by the pumpkins, now displayed in full force, many shapes, many prices. When we got home, Evie made me a Turkish omelet, eggs, tomatoes, olive oil and feta cheese, the best.
And then we returned to our typical September day, Evie on the dock, wrapped in a towel when the wind picked up, reading and sunning, me watching the Bills get destroyed by the Patriots before going out and joining her. We both went for a swim, the water taking on that autumn chill, perhaps because of the recent rain. At 4:00, we drove to Bemus, to see what was going on during the Bemus Point Fall Fest. There were still lots of visitors, stands selling their wares, a band playing on the floating stage, an audience of, sadly, three or four people. We browsed, bought some honey from a gal we had met at Pine Junction with her in laws. She raises bees, eggs, and sells them to the locals. We then headed to Jamestown, stopped at Peterson Farms and to Evie's delight, concord grapes are abundant, so we bought a basket, more peaches and tomatoes.
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| Perusing The Chalk Walk Drawings |
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| Reality? |
We were gong to Jamestown to support the once cancelled Chalk Walk, something we have attended the past couple of years. Artists compete for prizes by drawing on the sidewalks. Unfortunately, because the walk was rained out on Saturday, there were only twenty contestants, far below last year's numbers. We spent only about forty five minutes walking around before voting for the best and then driving to Wegman's, to pick up things for our trip to Letchworth State Park on Tuesday.
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| Fish Bowl |
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| Library Politics |
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| Drawn By A Nine Year Old Boy |
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| Desi Arnez |
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| Lucy |
We got home in time to enjoy the setting sun, the darkening living room, with a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers. By the time Evie was ready to make us dinner, BLT's, it was dark. And as the title suggests, there's nothing like a BLT with home grown tomatoes and lots of bacon. I had four small sandwiches, the last one, just tomatoes, the best. We watched the Emmy's Red Carpet, then the Emmy's until we tired of the same old people getting the awards. I thought American Crime ought to have won something but it was all VEEP. I guess we better try it again; it became so silly in the second season that we turned it off.
New Think: "Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work." Gustave Flaubert
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