Our sunset last night. The color was not enhanced — it really was this gorgeous.
Although it’s 8 degrees hotter here than it is at home, we are managing to enjoy it. There’s usually a nice breeze off the lake.
There is water across the street behind us, too. We are surrounded on three sides by water.
Yesterday I sat outside under the awning doing crosswords and admiring the million scintillating sun sparkles on the blue water. Waves gurgled onto shore and slapped up against the rocks. A few brave birds, ignoring the heat of the day, sang in the deep woods around me.
Although this is a man made lake, I dreamed of Indians centuries ago paddling their canoes around the point. The deep woods on the far shore beckoned mysteriously.
As evening fell, a lone, far-away whipporwill called.
Sheba. The sun is giving her black fur red highlights.
We spend a couple of hours in the hottest part of the day inside in the air conditioning doing crosswords, surfing, reading or napping. We can’t do anything too energetic or we will overheat, so we mosey around — and when we get too hot, we head inside and cool off for a while.
In case any of you northerners ever wondered why southerners move and talk more slowly sometimes that’s why. It’s an adaptation to the extreme heat and humidity. It was a lot more pronounced before everyone got air conditioning.
My precious little aging Sunny. He is having enough trouble going on walks that I will have to get him a doggie stroller soon.
So I can’t say that our trip is exciting. It’s not. But it’s beautiful and we are glad we are here.
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