Amusing, but harsh.

I got into the newspaper for this!

My generation: Hey, I made the paper!

My son’s generation: Aren’t your own photographs better?

My cat was born with three legs, is somewhat overweight, and is somewhat old. In short, not very mobile. When we let her outside she rarely strays beyond the porch. Yet yesterday she caught a shrew.

Fun fact: The Italian word for shrew is toporagno, which means spider-mouse.

Over the weekend I was a kayak spotter in a local half-mile lake swim. I ended up with the slowest guy - he was at the quarter-mark when the leader finished. He hung onto my kayak at one point, then eventually moved into shallow water where he could stand after every few strokes.

This morning I hiked up here from down there (the village left-center). 1300 feet, starting at true sea level.

This morning was the Camden (ME) Parade of Sail

Here’s a poem that fits within the character limit:

The Nautical Alphabet

When I watch a regatta
And the people nearby are laughing
I imagine the captain of the passing boat
Has spelled out a good joke