The weekend started with a birthday party for my niece. It has been previously mentioned in this blog that her birthday is September 11. In the ensuing years since that terrible day, we have worked really hard to make it special for her.
On Friday after work, friends and family assembled at my house for the celebration. All were bearing gifts and an abundance of produce from the garden. The cornucopia included tomatoes, eggplant, garlic, cucumbers, peppers, fresh herbs, sweet corn - it is miraculously still out here - and more. We all worked together to prepare a simple and fresh meal.
Later, when the lights were turned out and the candled cake brought in, Mr. Weston played "Happy Birthday" with great fanfare and chords on the piano. He then proceeded to play other tunes - including my favorite, "It Had to be Moonglow." The house rang with joy, music, and laughter.
The next day, we zoomed up to Portsmouth, New Hampshire to stay with friends. They very kindly treated us to dinner at the delectable Black Trumpet. This restaurant is now, a new favorite.
On Sunday, we cheered our friend on as he participated in the Portsmouth Criterium. Bravo, B.D.! You were fantastic!
Later, we drove across the bridge of the Piscataqua to Kittery, Maine where there are outlets.
Recently, while field/woods walking my right boot has necessitated a plastic bag lining. After several years, it is cracked and I really have not been up for purchasing another pair - just yet - since the plastic bag still made the boot useful.
In Kittery, we turned into the first plaza where one was able to bellow out "Eureka!" Barbour had a plethora of appropriate field walking boots on sale for half the outlet price. Boots were to be found for a mere $26! After Mr. Weston and I selected ours, out came the cell phones to call family and friends to see if they needed/wanted any. Based on the availability of sizes, we came away with several pairs.
The only downer - I was on the second floor of Orvis trying out the dog beds when Mr. Weston came up the stairs and reminded me that Puppy Weston already had 5 beds and did not need another one. Did I ever mention on this blog that she is not spoiled?
All and all, a splendid weekend.
On Friday after work, friends and family assembled at my house for the celebration. All were bearing gifts and an abundance of produce from the garden. The cornucopia included tomatoes, eggplant, garlic, cucumbers, peppers, fresh herbs, sweet corn - it is miraculously still out here - and more. We all worked together to prepare a simple and fresh meal.
Later, when the lights were turned out and the candled cake brought in, Mr. Weston played "Happy Birthday" with great fanfare and chords on the piano. He then proceeded to play other tunes - including my favorite, "It Had to be Moonglow." The house rang with joy, music, and laughter.
The next day, we zoomed up to Portsmouth, New Hampshire to stay with friends. They very kindly treated us to dinner at the delectable Black Trumpet. This restaurant is now, a new favorite.
On Sunday, we cheered our friend on as he participated in the Portsmouth Criterium. Bravo, B.D.! You were fantastic!
Later, we drove across the bridge of the Piscataqua to Kittery, Maine where there are outlets.
Recently, while field/woods walking my right boot has necessitated a plastic bag lining. After several years, it is cracked and I really have not been up for purchasing another pair - just yet - since the plastic bag still made the boot useful.
In Kittery, we turned into the first plaza where one was able to bellow out "Eureka!" Barbour had a plethora of appropriate field walking boots on sale for half the outlet price. Boots were to be found for a mere $26! After Mr. Weston and I selected ours, out came the cell phones to call family and friends to see if they needed/wanted any. Based on the availability of sizes, we came away with several pairs.
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| Old boots meet new in the back hall. Dog leashes also hung here. |
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| Old boot - still useful. |
The only downer - I was on the second floor of Orvis trying out the dog beds when Mr. Weston came up the stairs and reminded me that Puppy Weston already had 5 beds and did not need another one. Did I ever mention on this blog that she is not spoiled?
| This one was quite comfy. |
All and all, a splendid weekend.
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