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Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 01:57 pmMay I just say that The Adventures of Briso County Jr. has the Best (TV) Villains Ever? Yes, I have low taste in villains, but even so.
We woke up early-ish this morning and decided to go down to Belfast to find what the sea might bring us. As it happened, the sea brought us the strong smell of brine on the back of a brisk breeze. It was very pleasant on the Memorial Walking Bridge, and down at the public dock. One block up the hill toward town and it was too hotandhumid to be pleasurable. We walked the bridge, noodled around the dock and stared at the passenger liner. Achieving a sort-of picnic of chicken salad-stuffed lady fingers (are lady finger sandwiches in vogue in anyplace but Maine?), with limeade for Steve and lemonade for me, we went back to sit at the foot of the walking bridge and partook.
After lunch, in an heroic display of Grown-Upness, we came home. There is bookkeeping spread all over my desk,though I think I see the light at the end of this particular tunnel. Next week this time, there will be just as much to do, all over again. Which is, after all, What We Love about bookkeeping.
I hear that tomorrow's a work day. What's up with that, exactly?
Oops! Almost forgot!
SCA = Society for Creative Anachronism
We woke up early-ish this morning and decided to go down to Belfast to find what the sea might bring us. As it happened, the sea brought us the strong smell of brine on the back of a brisk breeze. It was very pleasant on the Memorial Walking Bridge, and down at the public dock. One block up the hill toward town and it was too hotandhumid to be pleasurable. We walked the bridge, noodled around the dock and stared at the passenger liner. Achieving a sort-of picnic of chicken salad-stuffed lady fingers (are lady finger sandwiches in vogue in anyplace but Maine?), with limeade for Steve and lemonade for me, we went back to sit at the foot of the walking bridge and partook.
After lunch, in an heroic display of Grown-Upness, we came home. There is bookkeeping spread all over my desk,though I think I see the light at the end of this particular tunnel. Next week this time, there will be just as much to do, all over again. Which is, after all, What We Love about bookkeeping.
I hear that tomorrow's a work day. What's up with that, exactly?
Oops! Almost forgot!
SCA = Society for Creative Anachronism
