Katie Harris came to visit over the weekend for a solace time--boyfriend away.
But we were all cheered up by Kula (Hawaiian for gold)--Katy's spunky young golden retriever who swims like a paddle boat and delights in new adventures.
Tulip had the nerve to charge at Kula, who--perhaps--got too close to the kitchen area where I was cooking (thank you Tulip for defending me, if that's what you were doing). Tulip ended up totally overtaken by Kula, on the floor, being growled at but not bitten. End result though, was Tulip getting up sprier than ever, perhaps proud of herself for her audacity.
Tom came from Portland and the Eritreans came from Barrington to help us with end-of-the-season projects, like pulling in the raft and replanting the part of the driveway that's extended onto the lawn.
Mulling over the best method for bringing the raft in.
This Monday I drove to Bangor, Maine, to visit Christina, Toby's sister, for two nights. She wined and dined me, provided great company, a good Netflix, a cozy living room to watch the rather depressing opening of the Republican convention (all those ladies in red dresses), but overcoming that with the fun of being together.
On Tuesday, we drove up north to Penbroke to have lunch with my very old and good friend Annie Wadsworth Moody.
She and her husband live way out beyond nowhere, it seemed, in an old, charming house close to the water. Love these painted stair treads!
She and Christina made sure there was cake and a candle to blow out for my b'day. Thanks guys!
Annie's house is full of photos. I caught a glimpse of this one--taken when we were 5 years old, practicing for a recital of "The Dance of the Candy Canes." You can easily see which one of us was the natural ballerina and has kept on dancing all these years.