Friday evening found Dan and Eddie and me free to do as we pleased, with Chris off at an away game and Genny over at her friend's house. So we trotted up the street to our favorite place to do our favorite things.
Eddie did a lot of this:
Dan, eying the iffy skies and deciding against a real bike ride, got his exercise and his ocean fix at the same time. Back when he was recuperating from knee surgery a couple years ago he bought this cool attachment for his bike which makes it stationary. It's gotten a fair amount of use - we occasionally take "bike rides to nowhere" in the garage on a rainy day. So he took the setup up the street and was able to keep and eye on Eddie and the surf while he pedaled for 45 minutes (into the wind!).
I opted for leisure rather than exercise and was quite content to occupy my chair for an hour or so:
It was actually a quite productive happy hour for me because, with the wind so strong and the ocean so loud, I was able to rehearse some music for a couple upcoming shows while I stitched and sipped. The few stragglers on the beach were not within shouting distance, so I felt free to let it rip at full voice. (Dan said he could hear me from his mount atop the dunes, but he's used to it!)
When we finally tore ourselves away and headed home, loyal Vinny was there to greet us:
I was so impressed that he lay quietly in the yard, patiently waiting for us to return. But then our neighbors came over and told us he had been howling the entire time we were gone (surely they exaggerate), so much so that they had come across the street to check on his welfare, knowing that such an uproar is unusual for Vinny. Oh well, another bubble burst. The strong east wind blew his voice in the opposite direction, I guess - we hadn't heard a thing. Come to think of it, the strong east wind must have blown my voice right down the block to Vinny, which is probably why he spent the hour singing along!
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