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Sacatar with her Official Lighthouse Keepers Hat On |
Happy Birthday Sacatar!! Our little girl turned sweet
sixteen today! We got up early – 7:30 am on a gorgeous calm morning to go for
our around the island boat ride with John, the gentleman we met last night when
he came up for a late tour. We took our dinghy to his tri-hull sailboat in the
cove, which was tricky to get near and aboard. So off we went on motor speed
since there was no wind. It was so fun to go around “our” island and see it
from a totally different perspective. It was so neat to look up at our
landmarks from the sea. The house and lighthouse looked so tiny and awesome
from sea level. It was so nice of John to take us for a tour. I made some
molasses cookies the night before and left him a baggie of those to enjoy. We
got back around 9 am and looked for sea glass on the beach at low tide. Some
visitors eventually showed up and I welcomed them and took them up to the
lighthouse for a tour. Fred joined us a bit later. Ethan arrived with his
boatload of visitors at 11:30 and it got busy. There were lots of tours and
people in the gift shop buying stuff. Sac got lots of attention and I made it
known that is was her 16
th birthday. After the ferry left, there
were still lots more visitors coming ashore all afternoon from private boats. I
managed to heat up some leftover clams and fries for lunch and brought it to
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Tri-Hull Racing Sailboat, John, the Captain, Gave us a Ride around the Island |
the gift store. It still got cold as I dealt with sales. Fred managed to
squeeze in a lunch full of leftovers.
I was out with visitors near my garden when a young boy who
was teetering on the rocks surrounding the garden fell over outside the garden
and started crying, at least he didn’t fall in and crush my plants. His mother
scooped him up and apologized. Too bad she wasn’t policing him before he fell.
Another obnoxious little boy was running amok and when Sac did her business he
immediately stepped into it in his bare feet. I started to guide Sac back to
her spot and as I did, a man came up to me and said the kid deserved it and we
both started laughing uncontrollably. Again these parents
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Cynthia, Looking for Beach Glass at the Cove |
need to police their
problem children. I went back with a shovel and collected the poop, like we
always do. This same nightmare kid was a terror everywhere throughout the day.
That’s why we have animals and NOT children. Animals are so much better
behaved. I showed one family the guest quarters that people can rent by the
night and one of their little girls took one look at the composting toilet and
made a face and said she would not use that!
I told her that she didn’t have to flush it but would just put wood
chips inside after using it. She still had a nasty scowl on her puss. I then
said that the best view was sitting on it and looking out the window – her
sister popped up on it and took a look. She seemed impressed as was the rest of
the family but miss sourpuss was still not impressed - to each her own.
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Young Seagull by Lighthouse, Could it be Arthur |
It finally calmed down with all the visitors leaving about 5
pm. I gathered my painting and stuff to go out and paint and was able to do so
until a bit of rain made me gather my stuff to go back inside. I noticed a
young seagull milling about and also an adult one – could this be Arthur?
Likely no, but it was nice to think maybe it was. Fred went down to the cove to
relax but the sun went in and he took a row around the cove in the dinghy and
talked to people on 4 boats that were moored. I went back out with my painting
and was able to work a bit more before the rain came back again and I brought
my stuff in for the night. Fred worked on pictures for the blog.
We had a salad for dinner and our favorite thin crust
pepperoni pizza. I put mushrooms, garlic
and oregano on the pizza to make it taste really good. We were exhausted from
our very busy day and didn’t stay awake much longer in the evening. Dreams of puffy
clouds and tiny bricks to be painted how?
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