Totally gorgeous weekend at camp (the family cottage on Sandy Pond). Warm, sunny, not too humid.
We spent Independence Day washing windows. Carl enjoys that, and I play along if I’m in the mood. It’s a nice thing, getting rid of ancient cobwebs and dessicated insects. Washer Man defied death by climbing an old wooden ladder, balancing on one foot, and taking apart the kitchen windows to clean them. His faithful sidekick stood on the bottom rung and prayed.
Friday night, the unofficial Sandy Pond neighborhood association brought out boxes and boxes of fireworks. We oohed, we aahed, we drank.
Saturday was our cookout with the Drama Fags, our old friends from high school. Moon’s up from Florida and brought along her charming and handsome son Anthony. Mona came down from Watertown with a lovely potato salad (with capers!). Mike, Mary Margaret, Dave, John and Vik. Thanks y’all, it was fun and a blessing, as usual.
A last bit of revelry BC.
P.S.: Terry and Jeff: you were missed.
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