Of course in the summer, when it’s full of tourists it can be a bit crazy… but we managed to snag an outdoor table at our favorite place.
No, it’s not directly on the water…
But ever since they tore down the old bowling alley….
And the new condos that are slated for construction haven’t sprung up yet, there’s a view.
But you don’t go to Boathouse Bistro for the views.
You go for the food.
Pan seared citrus scallops drizzled with orange oil on creamy parmesan risotto.
Heaven on a plate right there.
If you go, try a Harborside lemonade.
Proof positive everything is better with vodka.
These days, I never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the caller.
Too many telemarketers, fake surveys and scams.
So imagine my surprise when the phone rang yesterday…..
And saved me the trouble.
So it’s been a banner year for chokecherries.
Seriously, the tree is full.
Since I’ve always wondered why the birds never ate them, I did a little research.
And discovered that even though you can make jam with them….
They’re full of cyanide!
Not even close.
Everything started to go downhill on me at that age…. literally and figuratively.
Now at 55?
I may not look it, but I feel it.
Back pain? (I used to be able to bend like a pretzel, what the hell happened?)
Unexplained aches and stiffness? ( Groaning upon rising from a seated position is not sexy. Not at all. )
Fatigue for no good reason? (Thank you menopause, as if the damned hot flashes aren’t bad enough.)
And let’s not talk about the weight gain, bunions and hair sprouting where hair has never sprouted before.
Our bird feeders tend to attract more than just birds.
This lovely fellow….
Showed up last evening….
And brought a friend.
Yet another reason to love living in the country.
And the garage/woodshed/storage building is getting a long over due vinyl siding face lift.
husband had to be bribed, cursed, nagged rotted wood had to be replaced.
And there was plenty of that.
Of course, we weren’t expecting the surprise the
lousy land beaver, Devil’s spawn woodchuck left for us in the storage space out back.
bastard, rodent of Satan darling had been busy.
So we spent an hour and a half filling holes and smoothing earth.
I have a feeling this job is going to be the
end of my marriage, reason I drink gift that keeps on giving.
You know the woodchuck in your backyard is getting entirely too comfortable when….
Happy as a clam, lounging on our deck.
If I find him on the couch next week, we’ll need to have a talk.