Return of the Geese

Today at Breezy Point, I invented a beautiful Bolognese sauce with Canadian bacon to herald the return of the geese from the north. The knives were not sharp enough, but I persevered.



Honk, honk!



Also, we went to the outlet mall, since I am On Strike against my father until he trusts me around the roofers and lets me use the internet in his under-construction telecommuting office, a former freed slave residence at the corner of Lawyer's Row and High Street. My mother was on the prowl for things in the color rose, after seeing her reflection in a particularly flattering bath towel last week in Buck Hill.