Dog Perfect Days of August
After our tour, Roger took us back to the dock and we walked the short distance to their house while he packed up the sails and closed up the boat for the night. Watching him open the boat and unfurl the sails, climb down to his living quarters and bring up the pillows, anchor bob-flag and other assorted sailing necessities was like watching a kid readying his club house for an "Our Gang" meeting. Captain Roger and his floating club house - no girls allowed, except that he had only girls aboard!
Around 6 pm we headed back to their house for a swim in the pool. And yes, it gets better! They treated us to sailing and swimming and then a the perfect summer meal - Lobsters and Fresh Corn! It was like going to New England without the long drive and wickedly funny accents!
Sunday - Can it really be Mid-August in Philadelphia? It's not humid and 90 degrees. We have clear skies. It's a dream. But boy, is summer flying by too fast. I can just start to feel Fall creeping around the corner. A cooler breeze, a few leaves beginning to turn prematurely red and brown. I'm not ready for the summer to end just yet. Ah well, we did enjoy the day nevertheless. More great food and company, this time with Liz's family, her dad and his wife, Liz's sister, and Liz's grandmother, who is 88 and in fantastic shape and spirits. What a grounding and connecting day and weekend this was, reminding me how lucky I am and how wonderful it can be to visit with people you love. Good friends, good food and good times. I can't ask for much more.