get your butt in the truck

Somehow I missed this one. There was a lot of illegal touring in the back of the pickup. And it was fun!

chasing rainbows

They poured onto porches, cameras in hand, and stopped in the middle of the road. They called each other on the phone to tell one another to step outside. Or, if they were me and the sisters from the Fun Family, they drove like maniacs all over the island snapping pix along the way and trying to get back to capture a few from the balcony of Hannah's Hideaway before the whole thing evanesced.

google me claudia's

View Claudia's Beach House in a larger map
Finally got it together to make a map of where my places are. Did Claudia's and Hannah's beach house, thanks to Kathleen's help and a major tussle with the maps program. Next: Directions from the boat.
   The reason I need all these maps and directions is because the VRBO listing is selling out Claudia's on all available days spring and fall. Dealing with two people at once for some slots. Advertising. Amazing.

the difference a day makes

Saturday

 
                                               Sunday

Monday

That boat won't be leaving the harbor today—it's blowing like a banshee. Kept everybody on the compound awake all night with clanging fireplace dampers, chimneys whistling, waves crashing, windows rattling.

sharper than a serpent's tooth

In my blast-through buttoning up and battening down the hatches yesterday, I looked at my two best knives, sharpened to a fare-thee-well by Dada. My guess is that these would be the ones certain teenagers were throwing at the door. One has totally disappeared. And there are metal knife points in the chopping block. From now on people can use el cheapo knives. And those particular people will not be back next year.
    Meanwhile, I'm going to beat the storm off island today. Feels odd to be leaving in a dead calm, but a friend in New Jersey says the waves are already whipping up there.  Houses now crowded with Adirondack chairs, hammocks, boogie boards and outdoor rockers, but presumably the redoubtable Santanas will deal with that. And all else. Their son lost his mainland house in the spring floods, and we're hoping it will not come to that this time.