Saturday night we ferried across to the Edgartown Wharf to dance to Johnny Hoy & The Bluefish. It’s too bad that we all liked them so much because from their website and Johnny’s introductory remarks, they seem to play almost exclusively on the Vineyard. Here are a few photos taken from inside the building and on the roof.
You Win Again from their latest CD Film Noir Angel in Quicktime and Windows Media
Two tall guys, one of whom looks like a young Max Von Sydow, are playing ping pong on the porch of the Chappaquiddick Community Center while Diane reads and I upload this and check my email. It’s the nearest WiFi hotspot to Richard and Jacquie’s house. We’re all here for the weekend, with Steven and Karen and their two children, basking in the sun, swimming in the warm ocean and eating home grown tomatoes with fresh basil. Among other things.
The skies have cleared since yesterday’s fog and rain, and last night’s more-than-half moon remains visible in today’s blue sky. I’m listening to a biplane buzzing overhead, and feeling cool breezes at my back, and wondering how we can be stringing one perfect weekend away after another. Next up? Bailey Island with Adam and Tricia.
Robby and Goose painted our barn (all that remains is some white trim) and they’re painting Robby’s barn too. The color? Tomato Red. Got a house that needs painting? They (including Matt) are all home Columbus Day weekend.
In between brush strokes they stacked our two cords of firewood.
Joe’s shrimp dish.
We returned to Cuba Libre last night and the food was just as good as our last visit. Our pretty red-headed waitress recited the specials, which all sounded to-die-for, and when she got to a description of the eggplant appetizer we stopped her in mid-sentence to order it. When the dish arrived, it was unrecognizable. Sure, there might have been small eggplant cubes mixed in, but what was most prominent were many itty bitty octopi. Matt said, “Over my dead body,†which was what I was thinking before I accidentally forked what I’d thought was a garnish but turned out to be a head without the tentacles. Diane and Joe, however, attacked those creatures with gusto.
If you wade through the link above you’ll also see photos of Matt’s dorm taken last year. It’s appropriately named The Edge. It looks edgy and it sits on the border between the campus and the neighborhood where you best not be walking around at night talking on your cellphone to La Chica.
This morning at 7 AM, Matt, Joe, Diane and I piled into BirdBrain’s van (Better seats for Diane’s back) and drove the five and half hours to Philly, stopping only once for gas and breakfast sandwiches at DD’s. In contrast to last year, moving Matt and his pile of belongings into his dorm room was…can I say, fun? Not only were there no lines at the elevators, but it was a cool day and we had Joe’s help.
Joe, Jordan and Matt.
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Dorm room window view. Remember all of last year’s contributions?
I take some solace in knowing I’m not the only one who sees this and thinks ‘Less than three.’
Tonight’s moon.
My Idylwilde flower photo of the week.
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Pesky Godson is leaving tomorrow for Iran
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Hil brought and cooked breakfast for us this morning. She expected the modest Miller family plus Susan, but instead she served nine.
The usual.
The usual.
Diane’s labored for three years to entice humming birds to her feeders, and this summer she’s finally been rewarded. The photos are grainy at an iso of 1600. If I don’t shoot fast the feeder looks good, but the bird is a blur. And, like Adam and Tricia’s, the damn thing flits away when they detect human movement.
Diane’s labored for three years to entice humming birds to her feeders, and this summer she’s finally been rewarded. The photos are grainy at an iso of 1600. If I don’t shoot fast the feeder looks good, but the bird is a blur. And, like Adam and Tricia’s, the damn thing flits away when they detect human movement.
      
