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| 6:27 |
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| 7:00 |
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| 7:01 |
A six o'clock morning, still dark, as sky slowly lightens to a gray with a tinge of pink. And it's now 7:00 as the sun has begun to rise, a bright orange orb, fighting its way through a morning haze. It's 64º out, bound to get warm again, with a high in the 80's.
Because yesterday was a Saturday, we naturally had more a relaxed attitude, looking forward to a day of leisure, real guilt free leisure, because we would be joined by all those weekenders, here to enjoy the last weekend of summer. We then did little, other than close the windows around 9:00, to keep the cool air in, the hot air out. We decided, before it got warm, to kayak so off we went for our only exercise of the day, over to Long Point, along the shore and back to Wells Bay, joined by others, who obviously had the same idea, to get out on the lake and paddle. It's amazing how many people now own kayaks and it's understandable. They are portable, easy to paddle and easy to get into the lake, no boat covers or sails to put up. Just drop it in the water and go.
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| Claire And Frankie, Treasure Chest Happy |
By the time we got back, the late morning was heating up and I had yet to perform my weekly Saturday task, taking the trash to the Transfer Station. So off I went, to join all the other neighbors in North Harmony, trash organized and separated, paper/plastic/glass/metal. Woe to the ones who get it mixed up. There is always a small pleasure in emptying those trash cans, recycling the plastic or glass, bringing home an empty can, washing it out if need be. Evie, meanwhile, had returned some glasses to our neighbors, the Scholtz's, and came back with their two cute granddaughters, Frankie and Claire, so they could pick out a few things from the treasure chest. They were so cute, excited about everything they pulled out, having great difficulty making a decision as to what to keep.
The rest of the afternoon we spent on the dock, sometimes swimming, at times I would come in and watch some of U.S. Tennis Open. Evie went off to visit the neighbors, to break up the afternoon, stopping at the Aultz's and Jones, bringing back eight year old Ben, for his final dip into the Treasure Chest.
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| Afternoon Paddle |
While she was off being neighborly, I kayaked down to Sandy Bottom, where all the boats go to anchor, swim, imbibe alcohol and play their music. They surround a dock where a couple we always see kayaking live. I wanted to paddle by and chant "Two More Days," and the weekenders would be gone; they would have their dock back to quiet. And we watched an acrobatic airplane, climb, then stall, and dive, leaving behind a tail of smoke. Evie managed to capture some photos but he was quite elusive.
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| Loop de Loop |
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| Joy of Flight |
Around 5:30, we came in and quickly showered and cleaned up, as we were off to the Rod And Gun Club for the first time in months. It's just too nice here at the lake to go there in the summer; it's more a winter place. The Club was crowded but not overly so as it is on most Friday's, so we only had a 20 minute wait. We sat at the bar, had a beer, gambled five bucks, lost and went in to eat. We both had the special, queen's cut of prime rib, with potato and salad. It's not as cheap as usual, now $12.95, still a deal and tasty. The ambience of the dining room is more like a cafeteria, well lit and packed with people, most our age or older. But it's fun to get out, to go there occasionally, and we still are amazed that we do not recognize a soul in this dining room seating at least a hundred people. We were home by 8:30, to watch some TV. We started the much admired The Grand Budapest Hotel but neither one of us got into it, alas, so we went up to bed half way through, tired from our hard day.
This morning, instead of going for a walk around the Chautauqua Institution, we are doing something different, picking hops. Yep, my breakfast buddy, Jack Voelker, grows hops on his 40 acre farm, and twice a summer, he asks for volunteers to help him pick the hops, an all day event. We are heading there around 9:30, volunteered to pick hops for a couple of hours, all we could probably stand in the heat. And we may bring one of our neighbors along, who is a beerophile, like many of us here at the lake. As we like to say, it's already beer o'clock. On the way home, we will stop at the Lighthouse to pick up something for a special September 6th dinner.
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