Is it summer, yet?
Getting summer started: it doesn’t happen overnight around here. The first of the kids is down for a visit, so I did put the BBQ into the food process chain, but it was just a detail. In fact, we woke to what seemed doomed – a rainy day in paradise. Except that this is the Island, and a couple of hours later the sun moved in. Not warmly. Jackets were still necessary outside, although the lawn did get restored to lawn status (the jungle look wasn’t becoming).
While others tested the beach, I simply sat and pondered (my way of napping without notice). No reason to dig any deeper into my list of tricks. Lobster season is over, and (again, without verifying) I believe that the traps are back on the wharf. Soon, the lower fields and behind-the-barn areas will fill with piles left ready for ten months hence.
We won’t be going to the “on again, off again” fireworks in town. Or in the city. Maybe tomorrow (no, not me, but others). I don’t see the sense of craning my neck for a few moments of colour. There are apps for that.
In the news, the late night comedians and the daytime judges of presidential comportment are having a field day admiring the tactful way the first daughter inserted herself into various tableaux at the international level during a conference. Please, we know that you believe the world wants you as their queen. We know. It isn’t going to happen, as daddy doesn’t have that much money, but it’s fun to watch you.
