SUMMERTIME HAS COME AGAIN

We’re baaack and the webcam is beaming.  It is so good to be here.  Tenants Harbor is perfect as always.  Charlie went down to the East Wind to get the stored computer (once we remembered where we had put it) and came back with a perfect cup of coffee in a perfect thermos.  We had the first morning coffee on the porch, thought about returning the thermos sometime, maybe as a Christmas gift to Tim, watched the tide and counted lobster boats and moorings.  We set the scooter on “hare” (as opposed to “turtle”) and headed to Farmer’s for breakfast and the Town Office to get the 2008 Town Report, checked the General Store for   the Courier Gazette, and took the public-landing route home.  Life could not be better.

Fig. #54.  Porch waiting.

The first Roseledge Books Regulars came by when they saw the front door open.  The shelves of books were still behind the bamboo curtains, but     we could still realize that clearly they needed William Martin’s The Lost Constitution for him to read as he drives her to New England golf tournaments and Lorne Ruberstein’s A Season in Dornoch: Golf and Life in ther Scottish Highlands for her to read as she dreams in the off-season.  I’ll leave the books at the East Wind Inn for them to pick up next time they visit in October.  Readers rule.

Tomorrow the box of over-the-winter books I ordered but did not yet read arrives.  I’ll put them on the shelves and give droppers-in first dibs.  I’ll read what’s left and reorder.  They include my annual thriller bash.  I just finished and liked, as always, Julia Spencer-Fleming’s I Shall Not Want, sixth in the Chief Russ Van Alstyne-Reverend Clare Ferguson series.  I’m currently reading Lisa Jackson’s Lost Souls, a mystery set in ever wet (apparently) Baton Rouge, LA, which is not a plus, with Lee Child’s Nothing to Lose in the wings.  Martha Grimes’ Dakota is a must for the title alone.  I ’ll let you know if she got God’s Country right.

Time to indulge in wishful thinking and try to organize Charlie. He’s here for only one more day and there are so many things to try, e.g. a wall-hung thing to hang wash, a little ramp to get up on the porch from the driveway on a scooter, a hanger of some sort for the new, quite wonderful Roseledge Books t-shirts, trips to the dump (actually an award-winning transfer station) and the Produce Lady’s stand.  Julie’s plantings look good on their way to glorious alongside Millie’s August rose hedge efforts.  No more project reports until more guests come in July.  It’s no small task to make perfect better.

The webcam is worth checking.  It’s still behind the window screen with a new photo if you click every five seconds (almost a kind of delayed animation), but Charlie cut some poplar branches so the harbor view is ever better.  Check the tide.