Yesterday's breeze has fled. All morning the lake has been still, because most of the boaters seem to be sleeping in. I'm sorry to miss the Pentecost service at church, but for me this place is no less holy.
Last night's dinner:
Yes, raspberry crèpes. I know, I know--shameful, decadent, delicious! But it's a holiday weekend, and as usual when I'm here on my own I eat frivolously.
After-dinner show:
Because it's Sunday, the big white boat travels up and down our bay.
The morning excursion, a few minutes ago.
It repeats the journey in the afternoon.
Although the sky is slightly overcast and there's almost a chill in the air , we intend to do exactly as we did yesterday. Which, from my perspective, is as good as it gets.
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