Posted in Daily Daguerreotype | By Priscilla |
One more shot from our daytrip to Cape Cod is of this seagull I barely caught in time, and was lucky that he turned out so well. This might be just a thing Cape seagulls do, but if you zoom in on the picture you’ll see that it seems he’s crossing his legs while flying. Rather proper of him, if you ask me. He was flying eastward, so I’m pretty sure he was heading over to Hyannis to visit the Kennedy compound.
Posted in Dog Park, Holidays, Stress | By Priscilla |
I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I was pretty busy with other things. Like taking the bus to the transmission shop to pick up my car, and being attacked by a pitbull while in the park with Berlin. I wound up with a gash on arm, a bruised left heel and something on my back that feels like a bruise, but I can’t see it so I don’t know. I’m really ok, but I have to tell you that it was neither fun NOR fun. We’ve bumped into this guy and his pitbull a number of times, but the dog is generally tightly restrained on his leash. I don’t know what this dolt was thinking by letting his very territorial male dog off his leash in the park, but I hope he’s learned not to do that again. Berlin’s ok, and I can’t find any scratches or cuts despite the fact that the dog was chomping on her neck.
It’s been an overall rough week, and I’ve been without Matt for a few days here as he’s hiking the Presidential Range in NH. I hate to admit it, but I’m pretty co-dependent and very quickly turn into a basketcase when I don’t have him right over there… on the couch… for me to just talk to or be next to. I’ll get to see him on Saturday, as Berlin and I are camping w/ my folks and going to the end of the trail to pick him up.
SO now that we’re caught up, have a great holiday weekend. And don’t forget those dudes, and the tea party, and the shot heard round the world. Independence has been pretty hot since then.
Posted in Daily Daguerreotype | By Priscilla |
Before heading home from the Cape on Sunday, we stopped in at the Weatherdeck for some delicious fried clams. In New England, “fried clams” generally means the whole clam including the belly. If you can’t handle the belly you ask for “fried clam strips.” But we’re a whole belly family, and will gladly pay the $16.25 for a pint of fried clams to split between us. Although there’s generally a bloody fistfight over the last one, and Sunday was no exception.
