Sunday morning

Although she's been coming here all summer long, Jewel just noticed--for the first time--the deer head trophy hanging high on the wall of the sitting room. Her astonishment is highly amusing.

Ruth is already wondering when we'll have our walk. (Sorry kid, not till I've written a William and Mary scene.)

Lola is contented with hanging out and sleeping. She's been sort of cranky and bossy with the young ones lately (at mealtimes) but this morning's feeding went smoothly. Ruth hardly notices the bad moods, she loves Lola so much. Jewel, on the other hand, drops to the floor in submission if the big dog give her a sharp look.

I'm progressing with the chapter.

Every morning, very early, I hear a loon's piercing cry--yet not a single sighting in our part of the Bay. Never have the loons been so elusive.

Yesterday, overhearing a loony conversation, I went outside to look and found a pair in the middle of the Bay. Took this hoto from the dock.



The Chap, having finshed up his conference in DC, was in Balitmore last night, where he attended a baseball game at Camden Yards. The Orioles were losing all night, managed to push it into extra innings, then pulled out a victory.

Right about now he's making his pilgrimage to the Baltimore Museum of Art to view some works by Alma-Tadema. He returns to the Lodge later today.

The big white boat should pass by at any moment.

I've decided I'm staying here till I run out of dog food, or till Tuesday morning. Whichever comes first.