September has arrived with warm days/cool nights (and at least 4 male Virgo birthdays in my family?!). We're seeing many of this year's new wildlife in the yard. A curious fawn, an alert rabbit, a dull sapsucker, and a flock of hungry turkeys have all made their debut. And mice have prepped a winter nest in the car trunk! It's also time for some yardwork, but be careful! Pat sliced two fingernails on a stubborn stepladder. Nothing that a little SuperGlue can't handle?
The Salmon Derby is winding up today with bigger fish than last year but nothing bigger than caught on day 2 of 10. Thousands of fishers on shore and in a gauntlet of downrigged boats --- like catching fish in a barrel?
But we went fishing for a Barracuda in Quebec. Great to have all my French from school, travel, and working in French countries come back to help. A challenge was texting to Jean Yves without the right keyboard accents! Impulsively drove 500 miles for a night in the Suite Nuptiale! Then over to Ste. Marcelline de Kildare (pop. 800), one of those pretty and historic villages in the backwoods. Postcard lakes, quaint depanneurs, and a busload of schoolkids already arriving to l'ecole.
Oh yeah, there was also The Car. Online, the 1967 Barracuda looked like an impossible dream. A legendary red convertible made in my hometown, likely worked on by my dad: he would have put on the passenger-side door! How could I resist? Well, I resisted from first glance. In reality it was a mess, a project worth way less than half the asking price. Rust bubbles, an incorrect replacement motor, missing knobs and belts, wrong radio and weary upholstery. We bombed up the main street just to say we had, but it was over before Jean Yves could take the bank draft out of my pocket. Quel dommage!
So another 500 mile drive to get home that same day. The clouds en route were as gloomy as my prospects. But not to worry ---- next up? A rocketship from across the pond, sort of ZZZ....
The Salmon Derby is winding up today with bigger fish than last year but nothing bigger than caught on day 2 of 10. Thousands of fishers on shore and in a gauntlet of downrigged boats --- like catching fish in a barrel?
But we went fishing for a Barracuda in Quebec. Great to have all my French from school, travel, and working in French countries come back to help. A challenge was texting to Jean Yves without the right keyboard accents! Impulsively drove 500 miles for a night in the Suite Nuptiale! Then over to Ste. Marcelline de Kildare (pop. 800), one of those pretty and historic villages in the backwoods. Postcard lakes, quaint depanneurs, and a busload of schoolkids already arriving to l'ecole.
Oh yeah, there was also The Car. Online, the 1967 Barracuda looked like an impossible dream. A legendary red convertible made in my hometown, likely worked on by my dad: he would have put on the passenger-side door! How could I resist? Well, I resisted from first glance. In reality it was a mess, a project worth way less than half the asking price. Rust bubbles, an incorrect replacement motor, missing knobs and belts, wrong radio and weary upholstery. We bombed up the main street just to say we had, but it was over before Jean Yves could take the bank draft out of my pocket. Quel dommage!
So another 500 mile drive to get home that same day. The clouds en route were as gloomy as my prospects. But not to worry ---- next up? A rocketship from across the pond, sort of ZZZ....
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