The Aftermath

I trust that everybody had an exciting and sufficiently enjoyable Fourth of July. Mine was without a doubt one of the best of my life. My family is currently at our summer house in Maine where, of course, mother's family has been staying since 1885. After the parade, we had the usual lobster bake, and, after one too many drinks, went swimming off of the pier with my cousins. The water was 54 degrees, but honestly, what is a Fourth without some sort of daring activity? And what better way to honor our forefathers than drinking too much and then seriously risking loosing all feeling in your toes? I clearly can't think of one. We went for a ride on our motorboat, and out on our island, we found an eagle's nest. Ah, patriotism. Anyway, after returning home, cold, happy, and salty, we cleaned up and dressed for dinner and the fireworks. This year was exceedingly cool because we took the whaler down to the fireworks and watched them fall right over us. Porpoises jumped around our boat, eider ducks clustered around us, and fireworks over the Camden Hills were seen on the boat ride back to our cove. Those are the moments where I take a deep breath in, and ask myself, topsiders and all, if I could maybe be a little bit more WASPy. The answer is no. 

We are off to visit one of mother's friends from Andover today in Vinelhaven. Our lab is going for her first boat ride, and we are all anxious to see how it goes.

Happy day after the Fourth.