Some scenes from our lives this last week. Typical August stuff on our kitchen island counter: sunflowers, corn and blueberry muffins (Melissa has gone up to Salem, near Sugarloaf, twice to rake blueberries; and my favorite summer squash, called sunburst.
The table on the porch was set for brunch with Vicki and Larry Nees today. The tablecloth and napkins were a Vicki shopping coup at Mardens. Some windy fallish weather made it too cool to sit outside.
We had mimosas and apple leek quiche. The naming of food is always part of the story as in the Subdudes new song, Poor Man's Paradise, in which a character can "whip up a courtbouillion whistling Jolie Blon."
Melissa, Monica, and Jennifer on the dock; I can't believe we drank the whole bottle. In Rhode Island, Peggy made us this drink with Dell's frozen lemonade (only available in RI), vodka, and fresh berries. Back home I've added some Triple Sec and it's the drink of the summer, at least until our four quarts of Dell's are gone.
Bryan Lee played here last Sunday night. He was good and I had some nice talks with his guitarist Brent Johnson from Mandeville. One of those totally open and awake people, looking for the last Harry Potter book.
We stopped at Bean's on the way back from Newport and got some cool gel bike gloves. Melissa had this exchange with a young male clerk: M: Do you have any other bike gloves? C: Well the ones we have left for women are those small size pink ones there.
M: Let me rephrase the question. Do you have any other bike gloves?
There was a whole rack of them in blue and orange.
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