My weekend in review

A little late, but better then never!

Its already feeling a bit like fall

so we packed our sweatshirts

well EBJ did - he always remembers those things

and off we went - amazing catch up dinner at John Scotts

with lobster rolls, too big steak samiches, mussels and wings

what are we going to do without those mussels all winter!

a few landsharks



then home for a pillow fight (becoming quite the tradition)

i lost.

terribly.

almost lost an eye too, but it was still in when I woke up, EBJ is a lucky guy

Saturday morning - a sad visit

but one I have wanted to do with him.

Took EBJ to see Tommy - hydrangeas and Celtic cross, a swordfish

a great wind came through the trees just as I got really really sad

Another visit from him - usually in the form of sea glass,

most recently an amazing dream, of patagonia and tears.

but I'll take what I can.

Glad EBJ was there - they would have gotten along so well.

Said our goodbyes - hate leaving that place (weird I know)

off to the beach - Tommy's favorite place



a day spent at the annual family races - not too many 20-29 year olds willing to swim

so we did, and I lost my bathing suit bottoms

quite a view for the parents and children - a coppertone bottom

after trophys, should always come margaritas on the beach

then a race to pick up dinner

in the form of littlenecks (or maybe steamers), mussels, shrimp, corn, potatoes, sausages



oh and harvey.



a one-pot clambake

on a perfect evening

sea water

new friends (EBJ makes them everywhere he goes, I get to be along for the ride)

feet in the sand, just cooked mussels - perfectly cooked littlenecks

then Harvey.

the perfect shade of red, fresh local corn from the boy (an architect you know)

long talks, cold landsharks, perfect dinner.

our one pot clambake for two.



Sunday, another amazing night of sleep (no pillow fight, eyes intact)

red with a white dot ocean

EBJ surfed, I took photos, of him.



of me.



of little shell armies.



our surfboards got hammocks

we got landsharks (and mussels, and wings and a kohog- weird name, delcious food)

sunkissed, with just the right amount of margarita, we headed back to the city.

it may feel like fall, but summer is far from over.