Quick update

The weekend was great - and we made it through what was supposed to be a hurricane.

Didn't happen.
It was windier yesterday and today then during the hurricane warning.
We did swim while it was pouring and it was terrific!

The weather was perfect all around, Block Island is very New-Englandy, very much Rhode Island.
The kids had fun.
I loved every minute of it.

They are making us nuts!

The weatherpeople -  they are making us crazy!   A possible hurricane.  Well, I sat in an airplane the last time.  And landed in the middle of it.  And was mad at my kids for not picking me up.  The plane landed, what was the big deal about driving to the airport?!  I couldn't understand it at all.  We still tease each other about that.  And that was.... oh, in the late 1990's.  Floyd?  1999.  The last major hurricane hitting the East Cost.  I just checked.  That sounds right....

Anyway, if this one makes landfall, we'll be on an island.  Sheltered by the South Fork of Long Island.


If it his, there'll be pictures!

Fifth Monday in August

And we're in the heatwave.  It was hot yesterday, but dry, not humid.

I spend Saturday and most of Sunday with two little ones, one of them:

I guess he's tired!

And that's the house in the woods the baby and his brother live in.

And while at the farmer's market, he got invited to check out the rescue truck, including the helmet.
An offer he couldn't resist.
And we bought way too many things at the market, but everything is fresh, and the organic salad I made for lunch may still have a kernel of sand.....

The end of the week we'll be out at the end of Long Island, a trip to Block Island is planned, but we'll have to see if Earl will let us play ----
 one more photo of the baby, I just love this picture:

Weather: perfect

The weather really is perfect.  Cool nights, lots of sunshine for the next few days, and then slipping back into a heatwave.  Summer is so not over.  But at least the nights are cooling off.

And so we won't get bored, a hurricane is a possibility after that.  Forming in the Atlantic, and maybe gracing us with it's presence.  We don't know which one yet, but we can wait.

I hope it waits until after Labor Day weekend.  I'm taking next Thursday and Friday off, and I'll be on Shelter Island.  With two of my kids and their families.


I put myself through an adventure the other day.  I couldn't find my keys on the way out of the building to go home.  Nowhere.  Yes, I checked high and low, over and under, my pockets, turned my purse upside down, dumped everything out of the laptop case, looked under the furniture, opened 4 boxes of goods ready to be shipped - nothing.  The building gets closed and everyone leaves at 3:30 PM, so staying until I found them wasn't an option.
I had to call my poor son-in-law Jim to come to my rescue.  Which he did.  And he drove me home (26 miles), and then 26 miles in rush-hour traffic back so I could get my car.  What a waste of time for everyone!  Of course I found my key the next day, it was behind where my coat was hanging, either I put it there to hang up my coat, or it fell out of my pocket....

Lesson?  I'll carry a spare car key with me at all times, and I'm handing out spare keys to my house to all my kids, and some friends in the neighborhood.

Weekend?  Thank you for asking, no - well, only two garage sales, and tomorrow I'll be going to Nicole's overnight to help out, since her husband won't be around.

And Saturday we'll go to the farmer's market, I'm looking forward to seeing the organic farmer with the  blue, blue eyes.....

More Rain

And it's still - again - raining.  Which is fine, really!  When it rains here in August, you can still wear shorts and t-shirts and sandals while hopping across puddles.  Or even step into them.  The air is still warm, and it's not uncomfortable at all.  It's the typical summer rain.  And we so needed it.  I miss rain if a sunny, hot period goes on too long.

I am eating a wonderful, delicious, perfect, and I mean perfect, peach.  A co-mother-in-law sent it to me, as a thank you, for something I felt was no big deal.  But I appreciate the gift whenever I eat one of those picture-perfect peaches.  And no, there is no photo, I eat them too fast!

Now a little problem.  A friend in Germany told me her son posted a picture of his little daughter on face.book.  And since it's her grandchild, which she has never seen, she was telling me how cute, with blond curls, blue eyes, etc... you get the idea.
I checked face.book, her son's page, and her son is commenting on someone else's daughter.  The someone else wrote 'this is my daughter', which looks like it came from my friend's son.
The son only wrote a comment, like 'what a sweet girl' to this post, but for someone not - I don't even know if it's a language thing - it does look like he's talking about his daughter, but it's definitely not, he's just writing the comment....
Dilemma!  do I make it a point to call her and tell her it's NOT her grand-daughter?  Btw, the relationship between mother and son is tenuous at best.

It's also the friend who didn't like us taking a baby to an outdoor shopping center, and thought he'd be better off being walked in the forest.  If he lives any deeper in the forest, he'll be either in a cave or sleeping in a nest.  Why is it, that some people can still make me feel guilty?  I thought I'd be over that by now....