I would have liked a shot of the surprise thunder heads that rolled through here, creating a spectacular sunset. But as I was inside and/or driving when they were around, this will have to do.
There’s an Instagram feed I’ve seen called “Fellow Passengers,” which briefly profiles random people. I love that idea, and this guy would be perfect for it.
It’s taken 8 years, but Sal has blinged and bejeweled this camper inside and out. He likes to park and chat with folks as he and his companion make regular repairs to the exterior decor with something like a caulk gun.
He prefers this spot at the entrance to the Shelter Island pier, but he travels with the camper too. He likes all the honks and thumbs up he gets when he drives on the highway. He has a home in a town close to where we live, but sometimes he sleeps in the camper.
This saw blade with a deer painted on it was the first thing he attached to the exterior. Then, something took over.
What a great project for retirement life: a mobile conversation piece that requires some, but minimal, upkeep. And should the day come when he can no longer drive, he can just park in his favorite spot and take a nap. Or pull out one of his many fishing poles and cast away.
We went fishing with the Lords of the Land today. That’s what I lovingly call the people who own the house we’re renting.
James and I picked up some poles at Walmart, and we all drove into town to meet our landlords who have more experience with the activity than we do, but barely.
Fish weren’t hungry it seemed. One of the highlights was the boys feeding bait fish to the pelicans hanging out at the pier.
Enzo threw a couple, but James was more persistent.
A heron showed up, but he was awful at catching the fish. Yes, his beak is considerable smaller, but he turned his head as of to say, “don’t throw that thing at me!” He really didn’t get it.
If you can’t see the bait fish in any picture, just look to the seagull…his eyes never left it.
Although they caught most, there were times they just couldn’t get a handle on it.
I guess we’re in no place to judge. Our family caught zip. Our friends?
An 8:00 game on the right side of the field.
I’ve received some cute gifts in my life (#Tinyowl), but darn if this doesn’t rival them all. Fall in/on a nutshell…or a piece of wood carved to look like one. Much thanks to my gaijin friend at wabisabisole.