Sunday, July 26

I am beginning to wonder if summer really comes to Maine.

Last night was beautiful. Stars, crescent moon and excellent visibility. Then dawn came. Or at least what they call dawn. It did get brighter but the mist and fog hid any trace of the sun. It wasn’t cold but it sure wasn’t warm either. You needed a jacket to be comfortable. It seems the rest of the country is enjoying a real summer of eighty plus temperatures but not here. Oh well, we can still hope for the next few weeks.

The girl scouts came up to the museum to get out of the weather and Dave picked them up early at 1230. A few of the girls wanted to row the tender and found it’s not as easy as it looks, but they did a great job and said they had a good time despite the weather.

No one else showed up today and I don’t blame them. The fog never lifted and visibility never got better than a few hundred feet.

Brenda continued the bathroom project and I watched another movie. Then I took a nap…. Just like old people do. I could get use to this.

The wet weather does have some redeeming properties. The island roses are in full bloom and the raspberries are ripening on the vine. Of course the grass is growing as fast as ever. I was told that things dry up mid July, but not this year. I continue to cut grass at every dry opportunity.