The Lady and a kite, Hampton Beach

Damn fine weather yesterday. Summer, ah! I walked from North Hampton State Beach to the Seashell Stage in Hampton Beach and back, about 7.5 miles or so. Lots of people swimming, paddleboarding, playing beach volleyball, walking around, sitting in the sun next to gigantic coolers.

Rain forecast for today and tomorrow, torrential at times. Chance of minor flooding.

Not sure I love how everything wants to connect through Facebook these days, but nevertheless I’m giving Goodreads a try. It does do a good job recommending books based on how you’ve rated what you’ve read. Just posted my first review, of Marilynne Robinson’s Housekeeping.

Last night, Caesar the unwanted cockerel came and sat on my lap again, charmingly. This morning, his second morning of crowing, he had only one banshee scream then figured out how to make a more roosterish er-er-err sound… about 20 times in a row at 5:17 a.m.

I love the sunrise too, but geez.

John is home from five days of recurrent training in Dallas, and I promised to make him (well, us) a big multi-veggie, egg and cheese frittata (with sausage from local pasture-raised pigs) and start our day primally if he would walk all the way out to the big garden to get some chard.

I would prefer to avoid an encounter with mosquitoes on their own blood-sucking version of the primal diet.

Go, day.