I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, June 23, 2016

A Visit to the Village

Hello! Thank you, everyone, for your get well thoughts, prayers, and suggestions. I wish I had a better report for you. Today my dear friend Elle [L] drove me to the village to pick up Rxs , then she patiently drove me around a bit for some photo taking, so we'd have something fun to look at here on the blog.
On the way we passed the local nightclub [I don't think I have ever been there!].

edit: [looks like it was food, lol, but this is a dance club too.]
 aka RastaRock, based out of NYC, is the embodiment of earthdriving electrical charge, the amalgam of RootsReggae, RootsRock Folk Music. At once a laidback acoustic guitar rebel lover and other times a charged strat wielding, swirling, dancing ,chanting Rasta.n

I love their entrance.

The idea that the people in charge have it planted every summer with palm trees and tropical flowers astounds me. And thrills me, to see this here in the cold northeast. Then every fall, the landscaper comes, digs up the trees and carts them away. It must be verrrrry expensive but so worth it.

L and I decided we will go there for a drink or dinner as soon as I am able. I think it's just burgers on the boardwalk but how fun.

In town we saw this cute sign everywhere. They are reminders to drive slowly since this is a place tiny kids can play in the street, toddlers on tricycles, teens on bikes, etc. Speed limit 10 mph, no traffic lights.

The village is tiny. We are parked by the beach road and ahead of us you can see the bay side two blocks away.

House are very close together, size varies a lot but values and taxes are among the highest in the state. My cousin always called it a bungalow colony! And maybe by not-beachfront standards it is. If you're in the market for a multi-million dollar bungalow. [I don't actually live in the village.]
Quiet and quaint and safe though.

Early summer flowers abound. People squeeze in colorful annuals anywhere there's a patch of sandy soil.

Roses on all the white or grey fences...

This is a fun big perennial garden, tucked against the beach fence. The plants seem to thrive in the sandy soil.

There's a new ''beach boutique and spa'' to explore, a wine shop, an ice cream parlor, a hairdresser, the drugstore and a lot of restaurants with outdoor tables. The library and grocery were lost during H. Sandy. But it's still a perfect tiny and ''end of the world'' place to be in the summer.

Point Lookout, NY: Point Lookout Dunes

 Sad to say I was not up to even having an ice tea under the breezy trees at the tiny cafe. Maybe next week?

from a friend
rooftop bar with Prosecco popsicles!
And Mo enjoying my friends' shady garden where he has been spending weekends lately.



gone to the beach...

no pix..... :-(

Monday, June 20, 2016

Summer Solstice 2016: Strawberry Moon

Summer Solstice 2016: Strawberry Moon

This year’s solstice coincides with the Strawberry Moon – a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.  [from Google]

What is the Strawberry Moon?
It is a full moon, which occurs in June, named by early Native American tribes. 
It is a full moon like any other, but marks the beginning of the strawberry season. 
The two events coincide once every 70 years.

Story HERE
Oddly the moon never gets very high in the summer sky. I haven't figured this out quite yet, as the moon's seasonal course seems less set than the sun's.

Gully enjoying the late evening pink sunset.



gone to the beach....

ps for those of you who were interested in the Ship Finder app, this is what the screen shots look like. The paid version has more info and pictures of the ships.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Small World

Hi everyone! My world has shrunk down to almost nothing these days, as the severe pain I am having in my hip joints just seems to be out of control. Many days I don't leave my bed, as lying flat has the least painful results. Then some days I manage an hour on my deck , sewing Dotties if it's a good day,

Dotty 365 Diary
or just sitting and counting the big ships, if it's a "poorly" day.

The huge ships must come and go but they seem to just endlessly sit out there, ''lying off  the roads'' of the shipping lane. A common number is a dozen, but as many as 16 can be lined up waiting to come or go at the Port of New York or possibly Port Newark.

These two red tankers are always there! Weird.

Every once in a while, late at light, I see a gloriously lit up ocean liner /  cruise ship go by, steaming off to the east, going the other way against traffic. I have an app on my phone that shows each ship, its name/ cargo/ home port.

Gully sits on the lamp post some days. Bet he wonders what the heck is my problem.

Mo's walker took him to visit the koi today!

I did finish my May P2 block. I sewed the sun and added a fun cheddar barn star to the house.

And I have this wonderful wagon train fabric scrap that I so want to use for the center of this month's Westering Women. [if and when I can again do some sewing....]

It is very anachronistic, a repro of c. 1930 apron fabric or little boy's shirt? while the WW project is c. 1850. Use it? Or lose it, because I'll really regret ''cutesy'' a year from now?

 I don't enjoy blogs where the writer constantly whines about being sick, so I'll try to keep my posts fun here, or shut up and get better.



gone to the beach....

It's out there and I am NOT. :-(