|On the Bay|
In chatting with The Nuke during her visit, I discovered that she and I had more common ground politically than I had realized. Some of her reasoning made me reconsider a thing or two and I decided to express my sentiments in a post.
But that's for tomorrow Dear Readers, the glow of an excellent weekend with my eldest daughter and her two pups is still too fresh to have it spoiled by the filth which is modern day politics. No doubt someone will remind me that it used to be much worse. I would guess they mean pre-Vietnam? Pre-Twentieth Century? Medieval Europe? Ancient Rome? Who knows? I can only base my thoughts on what I personally have witnessed.
Saturday (when I took the photos seen in this post) was a spectacular day. Not too hot but what I would call "just right." Bit of a breeze coming off the Bay and the smell of the land / sea boundary was lovely. (It helps that it was high tide, if you know what I mean.)
It was a quiet evening in Colt State Park, we weren't overrun by the city dwellers from Providence nor were the locals much in attendance. No doubt they were all over at a different venue for one of the Fourth of July free concerts. The only music I need is the laughter of my children and the sound of the waves on the rocks. Besides which I can hear the free concerts quite well from my house. A couple of the bands sounded okay, most were why no admission gets charged. Not bad but they shouldn't quit their day jobs.
After the park we went for ice cream, our earlier repast of grilled veggies, shrimp, and couscous having settled by then. The dogs liked the idea of ice cream and tried desperately to help themselves to ours. But The Nuke indicated that they wouldn't be spoiling their diet just because they were on vacation. Both pups looked wondrously sad at that announcement but then some other cool thing attracted their attention so we could eat our ice cream in peace.
Well, as much peace as one can have with a sixty pound dog trying to get in the front seat with you. Which is already occupied by one human and a forty pound dog.
|The grass is getting a bit dry, hence the reddish hue. We need more rain.|
Did have an interesting couple of moments in church on Sunday. Our pastor's sermon was based on Romans 13, which is what monarchs used for centuries to claim "the divine right of kings." And this the weekend leading up to Independence Day with perhaps the worst Presidency of our history. (At least it's the worst I've seen.)
Then after the service there was the lady who in speaking with my daughter declared her hatred of the United States and asking The Nuke how she felt about "wasting her life" in the Navy. I had wondered why The Nuke was wearing her most neutral facial expression when I glanced in that direction. No doubt I will get in trouble with The Missus Herself for saying this but the lady who assailed my daughter for her career choice is a bit of a loon. We're used to her, but yeah, I don't go to church to get pissed off. Which happened twice on Sunday last.
Had perhaps more beer than I should have Sunday afternoon while grilling steaks. Which somehow the women folk let me do unsupervised and which turned out to be surprisingly edible. Somehow I managed to "not screw it up." Which had been, after all, the orders I had been given when sent off to grill the meat.
The one in the left foreground was mine. In case you're wondering...
Ah, but the weekend is over, The Nuke headed home Monday as she has to be on duty today. And of course her plan to leave early was thwarted by the pups who discovered a rabbit in the backyard. They gave chase, the rabbit diverted into the poison ivy and 'lo and behold, much shampooing and watering down of canines later, no one got infected. Did delay departure by over an hour though.
All in all, a fine time was had by all but, as always, it was far too short.
|Yup, happy camper.|
|"Red sky at night..."|