I was still housesitting up another hill when I heard what had to be a parade. A very close parade. Hopping into the golf cart, I was barely down the hill and around a corner when there it was!
Saturdays at Zach's are becoming a nice habit. Sometimes a special menu, some arts to buy, good music that drops in...nothing the same and everything good. 3 to I'm not sure. Check it out, especially while Ed and a few others are on island.
|There was a definite mellow vibe going on here,|
more like a Sunday brunch feeling, at a really nice hotel or
out on a very big boat on a perfect day. With friends.
|Just love for no reason at all except for love|
This next has nothing to do with the holidays - I guess neither did Les - except that it happened during them, but it's my blog and so it goes.
After many years, the stainless steel sink in the houseboat had served, and over served, its purpose, along with the faucet, which looked like it had been dragged up from 20,000 leagues under the sea. Something new was in order. Something that wouldn't rust. Because one of the first lessons to be learned in island living (unless it's an island in far Northern climes) is that stainless does not mean rustless.
I am fortunate enough to have a talented friend who did the deinstallation and installation without anything going wrong and a whole lot going right. Of course, now the counter needs a facelift, but that is how home improvements go, it appears. I'm inordinately excited about this sink and I felt Nancy nodding approvingly. It's acrylic, heavy duty, won't rust and not expensive, in case you need to do the same.
Sitting at Dinghy Dock, enjoying happy hour, sometimes we think of people we want to share it with, so here's this, just in case you aren't here now.
And this. I don't know if there is a training ship in the harbor or not, I didn't look, but that's what this crew looked like to me.
|Sitting on the dock of the bay|
If I already posted this, sorry. But it's a view I really like, sunny or cloudy. When it's sunny, at a certain time in the morning, the reflection on the water is almost unbearable on the eyes, but also incredibly beautiful, the boats seeming to float in a brilliant mirror of silvery golden light. Not on this morning, but that's ok.
I'll leave you with this brave and beautiful image of visual hope. At least, that's how I see it.
Have a tackle your turf Tuesday! Do something ticklish.