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A Magnificent Osprey |
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7:03 |
As I look out at the lake, the sun is high over Long Point, the lake's smooth and calm, and not a boat is in sight, not a sound in the air except for maybe a screech of a seagull. It's a pleasant 60º and should be a nice day, with a high in the 70s and, as usual, a 60% chance of rain. It's just about 8:00, clouding up and I am ready for a paddle. It's 9:30 and I paddled for forty minutes, spending most of my time talking with fellow morning kayakers, Tina and Jim.
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Kayak Morning |
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Paddling North |
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Juvenile Eagle |
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My Heron |
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Up Close |
Sunday was an unpredictable day although I did get in a long paddle. Once I was back, I wrote the blog, had breakfast and Evie needed a few things for dinner so I volunteered to go shopping, avoiding Wegmans' because Target had its opening yesterday and I assume it was a madhouse and a traffic nightmare. So I drove to Jamestown and stopped at Tops on Washington Street, never busy and I always wonder how it stays afloat. They usually have one or two cashiers yet I had no wait. It's certainly not Wegmans, with terrible produce but aisles and aisles of stuff. On the way home, I stopped at a hardware store and picked up a funnel, then at Petersons' for a basket of peaches and a small basket of homegrown tomatoes, supposedly. I rarely have had a really tasty tomato from any of the vegetable stands around here, I guess we should grow our own.
When I returned home, Evie was busy washing the kitchen floor so I left all the groceries on the porch until it dried. I had a great idea for lunch, a salmon salad with the leftover salmon from the last night's dinner. Evie outdid herself, with croutons, blue cheese, various greens, and of course salmon. Yum. I watched my show and started a new book, Properties Of Thirst. I am struggling with it at the moment but will stick with it for another day or two to see if I like it. Neither of us did much the rest of the afternoon, basically waiting for wine time at 5:00. I did read out on the dock until the wind picked up and joined Evie for a glass of wine at 5:00.
By 6:30, we were in the kitchen, getting dinner ready, frying up some new potatoes (thanks Tom and Julie), then mushrooms, and finally a couple of New York strips for our dinner. Evie read about a documentary on Baywatches Pamela Anderson and it got great reviews. So that's what we watched and it was worth watching. She's a survivor, of seven marriages, constant press, and paparazzi, yet managed to have two seemingly grounded sons.
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