Monday on the rock

Monday- I'm up early and make the coffee. Debbie sleeping in. Skies clear and sun just over the morass, looks to be a great day. Birds all over the flowers next to the balcony, but fairly quiet. Morning doves in the distance.

Debbie gets up- with a migraine. Has to take heavy-duty meds, and they slow her down a lot. She's been getting them a lot more since her car accident last August, just after Irene hit Vermont, and traffic patterns were disrupted. But later she's fine.

Thankfully not a busy day. Some work on the wi-fi antenna and stuff here at Firefly, but nothing major. One of our fellow guests was a physicist, and designed antennas, so we're moving things around, and trying different configurations to get better coverage throughout. But something about wi-fi doesn't like to go through thick concrete walls. Imagine that.

Rains came in the mid-afternoon. Started light, and we thought just a passing shower. Got heavier and heavier. Not a time to stick it out under the sea grape tree! Grabbed the towels and headed for the cottage. Good nap time, with rain on the thin roof.

After the rains, down to the beach again. Tony found us. Tony is one of the original people from our first trip here. A “farmer” and merchandiser. For a while he had a Toyota van, but it always needed pushing, since he never bought a decent battery for it. Now it's on blocks at his home, needs repairs and he can't pay for insurance or registration or repairs. “Farming” usually pays better. So he's hitting me up for just $10,000 to buy fertilizer. Only 10K. I'm right on that... I'll help him out some, keep him fed. 10K?

The crowd disperses at the beach after a decent sunset. No green flash, clouds on the horizon.

Dinner? Off to Jean's, known unofficially as One Mile. Got the usual warm greeting, and then had some time to catch up on the runnin's over there. She had oxtail and stew pork left. Great stuff. Debbie got the oxtail, so I always have to have something different. At Jean's, nothing is bad. Of course we shared back and forth. Dumplings and yam and REALLY GREAT TOMATO! Why can't tomatoes taste this good in the States?

No shows that we want to see tonight, so back to the cottage for a nightcap. As usual, chirping and buzzing is almost deafening. But welcome.

Dave