“My, she was yar”
First big storm of the winter, on Boxing Day, brought the mainland huge piles of snow, but brought us rain and hurricane-force winds. Strong enough to tear the Miss China, and it’s cargo of Dooley Dogs, from its mooring, and to see it beached up against Brant Point Light.
Christmas List
For my friend the Ad-man, Grant Sanders:
For Jo, an upgrade for her computer:
For CKD, a year of …
For my sister Beth (for no reason, really):
For Nina and Papa, retirement. Serenity.
(photo by Ben Heine, flickr.)
for Mark and Zofia, one each:
For Carley and Mad Dog, a better palate:
For Jack, the chance to be creative without worrying about being wrong:
For James, a bigger alarm clock:
For my beloved. A place for everything and everything in its place:
(Oh, I’m sorry. That’s Out of Stock. Would you settle for a new kitchen?)
By the way, Amy, let’s paint this on the kitchen wall by the pantry door: