This weekend we went to Oriental. At one point I went to the bathhouse. As I walked into the stall, I saw a small round shiny item on the stall floor. It was about the size of the last eye I found and to tell you the truth I was almost afraid to pick it up. But of course I did. As I looked at it, I realized that it was like a mirror and my face was reflected back to me. Is it the third eye? Help me decide:
Yesterday we did one of our favorite things to do on the boat, anchor in an isolated place. We went way up a branch of the South River this time. It is very primordial to be away from everything like this, with no city lights and only animal, wind and water noises. Here is the spot:
Some friends brought their boat over for a little lunch, then went back to the comfort of their home. If they had only stayed a while longer (and not minded boating back in the dark) they would have seen this magnificant sunset:
When I got up this morning, this is what I saw:
I often remember books by the place where I read them. I read the marvelous new book by Elizabeth Strout, a collection of connected short stories entitled Olive Kitteridge. It is the first book that I started re-reading before I finished. I believe it is my all-time favorite book for now.