Showing posts with label memories of my uncle. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 15, 2024

the moon and the sea


we went out yesterday to check on the house and mow the lawn. adam mentioned there was an art exhibit opening at the train depot. i was glad we went as i really enjoyed seeing the photographs (especially these artists: a. ferrone, r. silver, l. spitalnick). afterwards, we had dinner at hooked.

the three quarter moon was especially beautiful last night.

breakfast this morning . . 

we walked by the cove and i went for a swim . . 

there were a lot of boats going out and many returning with the gulls circling overhead . . 

he's been reading an iris murdoch story on his kindle . . 

a late brunch at the diner on the way home . . i love their fresh squeezed orange juice. it always tastes like the very first time i ever had fresh juice, when i picked the oranges with my uncle bill from his tree in california and he squeezed the juice out on his little electric juicer.

i bound off my tré lis shawl on the way home in the car.