oh, Sunday Sunday! Now a fat Saturday, as you readers know, is one of my favorite days. And yesterday was nice - the market with dear step-dot and some writing and reading (The Book Thief - a most excellent book). But Sunday! Ron had to go to town to work on some one's deck but that was OK. I was, as you might remember, heading to the finish line of the first draft. Well, I crossed that line with ninety thousand words down and a plot I'm FAIRLY pleased with. I'm going to spend two or so days jigging things around a mite then I'm going to print it and shelve it for two weeks. Whew!
My son, Cal, was in town for just the weekend - spending time with his brother and family. For one reason and another I was happy to have him do this and even more pleased to have a late Mother's Day lunch with him at the Nixie Cafe near here. Yep, a nixie is a mermaid and I'd not been in the place since it stopped being Golda's a few months ago. Golda had retired and sold the place. It is just fifteen minutes from here and really the closest decent little spot to have high tea or whatever. So...me and the lad had a nice time, catching up and enjoying each other's company. When I got home, the sweet patootie was there. He'd finished earlier than he thought and we both decided that a walk with Hoagy out to High Head would be grand. I took the camera and off we buzzed. Now we're home - I'm going to share these photos with you and in a little while we'll pick up the step-dot. It's her birthday and we're going to a fave Vietnamese place for pho. We love pho.
So that's a pretty all right Sunday, isn't it? Oh, and I did a DEEP clean of the two bathrooms - washing floors and everything. Yay! My house sparkles when I'm trying to finish some writing.
Here are the photos in no particular order - High Head is the end of the peninsula we're on - Prospect. From it you can see across to Peggy's Cove. It is without question, my favourite spot in the world. I wish I could give you the smells and sounds today - the spicy smell of the low cedar and cranberry bog, the amazing sound of the onshore wind as it bashed us about when we were on the cliff - the sounds of the gulls and crows playing in the wind. And my two happy guys, roaming and looking and sniffing and just completely absorbed.