Last Holiday, Sans Peanut (Days 6 & 7)

Cigar-tin story #37.

Days 6 & 7

Summer shows up, just like that. Day 6 is more subtle about it, with the sun just sneaking in even as the wind wants to move things along, but Day 7 is real July, no messing about. In fact, it's a bit of a furnace. Both days feel like 'the cottage' too, in that we both attack naps like vikings. C gets to play with her new washer/spinner while get to swim and read. Everybody wins! Later, her nieces drop by to chase me around the sandbars. Day 7 is marred somewhat by some lawn cutting and mosquitoes the size of wind-up helicopters (who doesn't enjoy smeared insect guts and blood on their face?) but I swim just before and right after, which takes the edge off. We have some lovely walks at low tide. After dark, Little Graeme has a bonfire, just because he enjoys burning things.

Expectations? Still dim but somewhat modified towards the optimistic.


  1. I got your postcard in the mail, thank you. Suspiciously it came the same day a postcard from my mother arrived. It took me a few moments to realize you hadnt vacationed together on the Jersey shore.

    If I survive, soon I will be sending postcards from one of the most recognizable sites in Japan.

  2. Across continents and we just commented on each other's blogs at the same time.


  3. Jinx is my middle name (actually, my second middle name ... the first one is AlanParsonsProject).


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