My my. This gorgeous Sunday began with gray clouds and sprinkles. And wind. Lots of wind.
Those gusts just blew the gray away. We are lazing by the shore, snuggled in ancient Adirondack chairs.
For our praying friends: Mike had another CAT scan last Wednesday. We meet with his doctor Monday (8:30 AM EST) for the results. As always, we thank you for your prayer support.
Back to the lazing: Mike had had a rocky night so after breakfast, he headed back to bed. With an Oldies station blaring in his ears, he grabbed 2 good hours of sleep. We showered and, all fresh and such, donned our latest 'lake gear' for a walk around the area. We put Ivy on a leash...the neighbor won't complain but THEY use leashes....and took a stroll.
Gorgeous day, breezes at a good clip, temperature approaching 70. One of the many great things about the lake is the dress code. As in "None." Ah. Nobody goes naked, that's not what I mean. But colors don't clash here, patterns all match.
I slipped into my favorite lake shorts. I purchased them at Land's End about 6 years and 100 pounds ago. As they have a generous elastic waist and roomy legs, they have fit through 12 sizes. What a find. They are khaki (blend with any color, although really it doesn't matter) and currently they fit more like a dirndl skirt but anyway.....I have on my RED Kokomo Wildkat T-shirt, the same one I was wearing a year ago when one of my American Literature scholars used a cream pie-eating contest to buss his teacher in the face. Good memories.
And on my feet are my current 'great find' lake shoes, slip-ons that can get wet and muddy, get rinsed off and when they dry, look pretty good. I've had several of these kinds of shoes. This year, it's Easy Spirit, that manufacturer of Senior Foot Ware. I've noticed that as we Boomers get older (and need 'sensible shoes'), manufacturers are ramping up the attempt to be 'cool.' These are called Treasures. Another pair I considered were dubbed Princess. Still in the closet are my favorite shoes, a 3" red and polka dot espadrille. Alas, I sense that my days in such shoes are numbered. (Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes)
Then, there's the hub: a shapeless light blue T shirt with a peach-colored (not kidding) Winona Lake hoodie over it. HIS shorts are also khaki (what is that about old people dressing alike?) and then the piece de resistance (dictionary AP says this spelling is OK): brown boat shoes with white socks, neatly turned at the ankle. No photo available but I believe the description will suffice.
We are such a cute pair, sitting side by side, the breeze from the lake messing up our shiny clean hair. Holding hands. Ivy sitting guard.
Excuse me for lapsing into the mundane. We have a big week ahead of us so today, sun shining, breeze blowing and the Bolingers in Lake Mode: all is good with our world.