evening shadows

At this simple Catholic church  right in town, I watched Ted Kennedy Jr. walk out with his bride 20 years ago. I wonder if they started the Block Island wedding industry, which now keeps many of us busy for the month of June. I have stopped accepting wedding parties at the houses—too many people and too many showers—but accept sedate older parties, like this year's mothers and fathers. At least I hope they'll be sedate—we'll know soon enough!

a-mazed

A roundup of recent news:
Hannah's bracelet giveaway continues.
Keri Pickett's doc about her uncle and the Ice Capades debuted to huzzahs.
Hannah redesigned Chris Garrison's website.
Erin Dowling redesigned her website. And yes she really is the President of the Garden Club, and the most quotable, and here's proof in a Boston Globe article.
And almost everyone who went boar hunting with me and Pepito Macuaole sent me this New York Times story

time travel

Vestiges of the old Claudia's Surf City remain at the new one. There's the sign that pointed the way to the surf shack —and to windy spots all over the world. And there's the child who sat next to her mother, now with a child of her own. The ocean is the same. The compound is likely happy that the Hawaiian music tape, which I boomboxed nonstop, is now history.

chris's view

Someone had to get up onto the roof to replace shingles blown off by Sandy, and it wasn't me. Great view of the compound (and the new building next door). A little windy for shingling, but rain will no longer be dripping into my bedroom. Thanks Chris! And a great pic.

fresh and salt

I have always liked beaches where a freshwater stream flows into the ocean. In Kauai north of  Lumahai beach there is such a stream, big enough to cool off in after swimming in the warm salty water.  This one is more of a freshet from a spring on Block Island. And it is too cold to swim in water whether fresh or salt.

mothers' day walk

arrivals

Gotta haul—my season begins. Guest season, that is. But they have to be willing to work! Other arrivals today: Mayflies and carpenter bees. Must  be spring.

seeing pink—peanuts?

I thought it was supposed to be pink elephants, but maybe they'll arrive looking for the peanuts. Four trash bags full— and the dump isn't open until the weekend. The dollhouse in the box, however, has made several Barbies who live here very happy, and will make someone arriving tomorrow very happy as well.
And I got the last window in just as it started to pour. Rain, that is, not pink peanuts.

uh oh

Cat or catbird, robins on the porch of Hannah's have got the blues. Presumably they are now busy laying another brood. Sparrows don't seem to have taken up residence in Claudia's porch—yet. In general, the birds are very busy right now. And me too, fixing up my nest.

the new dune

This is the post-Sandy bulwark against the sea right across from the house. It looks pretty unnatural, but I reckon the rosa rugosa and tides will take care of that eventually. Yes, you people sitting in the sun on the mainland, it is cold and foggy here today.

Molten sea

Alas, no Internet as yet. Pardon my posts.


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What's not in the truck

Not sure how Chris got all this in, but now at the boat after many ladings and unloadings. Block Island here we come!


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in case you were wondering

For extra points, guess how old this girl is going to be. . .

haulin' and hackin'

An IKEA truckload

From flatpack. . .

 Having made a champion trip with a load from MO, the truck was called back into service to be packed to the gills with flatpack assembly projects, some for BI and some for the studio buildout in Woonsocket. If all goes well and I can fit everything in, the final WTF is ITT will be delivered to the island on Saturday, with nothing but assembly an beautification required for the truck contents. The roof and shower repair and... But there's always Team Garrison.

...to popup kitchen