Masted morning
This morning, the map screen from the AIS antenna was filled with promise. Over by the point, the flotilla arrives. We saddled up with cameras and headed for the lighthouse, where fully six ships were in view at one time. Alas, light breezes meant that the sails were not on display, but seeing three-masted whatever off the buoy is a throwback to an earlier time.
And so we stayed on site for most of the morning. Hot, unless one took a seat in the shadow of the tower. In fact, inside the car it climbed to 50+; a reminder that having the windows down just isn’t going to do it when it comes to dog-comfort. Unless I can teach him how to start the motor and turn up the A/C. Not likely, given his lack of attention to anything human (other than food).
Right now, I’m mixing and matching five different sorts of eye drops, so I was content to stay home for the evening and carry on with my regular activity. When I feel blurry enough, I’ll just drop into bed. Not long now…
There was a road crew in the area, patching potholes, and that kept the dog in a state of alert. Although, other than the gang that came by near suppertime to pick up their flags, I didn’t see much in the way of actual activity. Stuff for a logbook, somewhere. No actual asphalt was spilled in the making of this saga.
My family tree database passed the 68K mark this evening
Meanwhile, the world continues to turn. How else to explain sunset to anyone who asks?
