These are hum drum posts for being out of the business for so long, but it’s what I’ve got.

I drove over to Newburyport the other morning and got there too early to wait in the beach for the sunrise. Blame in how late the sun rises this time of year. Here’s the best I’ve got, a shot from the bridge on my way home.

About a week before that I went swimming off Halibut Point. Some people familiar with the shoreline think it impossible, but it really isn’t. All you have to do is wait for the waves to slacken and choose a place from which you can get back out. Believe me, getting in is always easy.

We ( I should say they : Matt, Jen, Emma, Goose, Joe, Karen) painted the downstairs bathroom, my office, the kitchen and now the living room. Of all the colors, clearly, the living room is the riskiest. Four people corroborated on a color Matt chose, which is to say we all agreed. Now, it’s hard to get accurate color representations from photos without elaborate light set-ups, still you are pretty much looking at our living room.

The sedate, by comparison, dining room.

You might think I’d say something about the election, but instead I’m posting this photo of Roland’s grave and his wife, Shirley, in the distance visiting over family members. I’d wanted to make this visit since he died over two years ago, and even tried once on my own, but it’s a big cemetery and flat markers are hard to see. Shirley drove, and after Roland, we visited with her two aunts and then had lunch, where Marty Burr worked in college, at the Old Mill in Westminster.