Last Sunday In August (Tempus Fugit)

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Sitting here thinking about the end of another summer more or less, wondering where it went, thinking it was just a few days ago when our grandson Nick and his buddies came to visit.  It was actually the second week in June.  Where does time go, the proverbial question, especially as we get older.

It's a warm morning, already in the 70's, a muted sunrise, as clouds, like gauze, lessen the morning sun's power.  The lake appears empty at the moment but will quickly fill up as the morning wanes. One more big weekend, Labor Day, and summer is really over, the weekenders close up their homes, the kids go back to school, and the Chautauqua Institution has already witnessed the emptying of their homes, their parking lots as the demolition of the revered amphitheater begins in earnest this next week.

Yesterday was one of those Saturdays where we could not make up our mind what to do so we ended up doing nothing, like Seinfeld, a show about nothing.  That's not quite accurate as we had plans to downsize the attic clutter but after about 15 minutes, we closed the door and said we would do it some other time.  So Evie cleaned out the refrigerator and sent me off to the Transfer Station to get rid of the week's trash.  I had decided to give yoga a pass, so that was my trip of the day.

By 11:00, it was warming up and humid, bound to get even worse so Evie fired up the lawnmower and gave the grass a good trimming.  Not to be outdone, I decided to clean and organize my garage for the fifth time this summer.  Both of us must have this obsession with straitening up, reorganizing, me the garage, Evie the kitchen.  By the end of my cleanup, Evie had a nice spankingly clean garage to park her lawnmower.

And that was about it for the day for both of us.  We spent the afternoon as usual, on the dock, the porch or in the house, as we watched the boat traffic increase as the day went by.  I had forgotten how busy the lake can be on a nice weekend, and it seemed as if there were 10-15 boats charging by Long Point every five or ten minutes, no exaggeration, making me wonder how many boats were on the lake at one time, perhaps thousands?  I don't really know.

Because of the boat traffic churning up the lake, we decided to forego an end of the afternoon swim and we both came in and showered, hoping to get our mojo back.  It half worked, as we had enough to get a dinner on the table, a noodles, mushroom, and sauce dish along with corn on the cob but that was it.  And we started a series on Netflix which many have recommended, STRANGER THINGS which reminded us both of the horror/si fi movies from the 1960's.  It's silly at times, overacted, with lots of echoes of Stand By Me, Close Encounters of A Third Kind and E.T.  And I am not sure why some of the secondary plots are thrown in.  Anyways, we watched three episodes so it must hold our interest.  I finished Jussi Adler-Olsen's THE MARCO EFFECT and started a fairly new novel by Noah Hawley called BEFORE THE FALL.  Hawley is the writer/producer for one of our favorite TV series, FARGO, so I thought it would be fun to see what his fifth novel was about, thinking it might have the quirkiness of FARGO.  I will have to wait and see.