SUMMING UP SUMMER

I have been too busy partying all summer to blog. now I have to try to make some order out of the pictures I've taken all summer long. I'll try to do this chronologically, and not get sidetracked into any confusing stream of consciousness ramblings about each picture.

I've been trying to get this post and pics up for a couple of days. Unfortunately, the sporadic nature of my blogging means I'm not learning any new, or retaining any old, blogging skills.

Here's a picture of Derm, at the begining of summer, when he would come by for coffee more often, while building Debbie's deck next door, and giving Terry a hand on the shed. He does great work, and complies with all building codes and zoning ordinances.

4th of July was a great weekend here. The fireworks would be considered spectacular at any one of the Finger Lakes...pretty amazing for little old Horseshoe Lake. Thanks to Judy, Rita, the Roths, and the association for the awesome, seemingly endless display . I had pictures on my cell phone, which went thru the washer...grrr. Nyway, here's a picture of Jake during that weekend, with his catch of the day.

Sarah and Derek came in mid July - fun Isaac days of endless stair climbing and toddling between Debbie's, the top of the hill and the dock. Oh and "goofywalking", something like how a very pregnant zombie would walk.

David and Matt came to stay at Horseshoe Lake for the summer and are now quasi-permanent residents. We celebrated Matt's birthday in August, at Rita and Judy's lakeside bar.

Then there were puppies.
So, for now, this is summer in a nutshell. I'm glad just to have gotten this much done at this point. But now, I'm going to really, really, really, blog more frequently. Really.

RIP

It's a sad day because Frank Glow died last night. He's been through a long and pretty merciless illness, and I guess the stock thing to say at times like these is "at least he's not suffering any longer." But that doesn't ever really address why people have to suffer at all, and seems to overlook the fact that a few more years of no illness or suffering would be the most preferable alternative.
Anyway, the thing that always struck me the most about Frank Glow was how he just seemed to move forward every day on a totally even keel. Never saw him mad, or frustrated, or even sick, before this thing. I attribute that to his being a tunnel rat in Vietnam, and having been shot in the head, taking out his eye. I think after that, you get a lot of perspective and wisdom about what is trivial and what's not. The probability that his illness was a long festering result of exposure to Agent Orange is a damn shame, too. But the very saddest part of all is that he won't get to see his baby grandaughter that Krista is going to have in June.