Last night, there was a dinner dance cruise on the big white boat that passes up and down our bay. Every Saturday about 9 p.m. it comes by and turns around right in our "front yard." My camera isn't so great with the night shots, but I took one anyway, after it made that broad turn.
This morning we went for a swim at the private beach.
Then planted bright red impatiens in the window boxes.
Ruth and I spent a quiet afternoon. I polished off the the 2-volume fictional bio of Elizabeth, Duchess of Somerset. Although it covers much of the same period as my novel-in-progress, it's quite different in tone and focus. None of the primary (or secondary) people in my book got a mention. The William and Mary years, so crucial to my story, were skipped over entirely. The second half of the second volume took place at Queen Anne's Court.
I also finished a week-old Sunday Times from London.
While I was reading, my wee dog napped.
Intense heat forced me to wear that white cotton thing I mentioned yesterday, which I've had since my high school days.
Right now there's a nice breeze starting up. We're heading to our dock--time for a cooling swim and a refreshing cold cider. Looks like we'll have a splendid sunset...