We got up to Fargo to see my sister Mary and her family and their beautiful new kitchen makeover. All the nieces and nephews are getting so grown up and smart and wonderful. This is our niece, Abby, holding Rex, the cat who swallowed a basketball.
We've been back at home for a few days now, hanging off Gary and Alex's mooring ball, getting a weekend's worth of shopping and provisioning put away. It looks like we'll be having a mini North Dock reunion over the 4th. Rob, of Cosmos Mariner, is here and Chris and Anne, of Mr Mac, are on their way, to be here Saturday. It will be a great reason to break into the really good bottle of tequila. Something tells me that Gary and Alex won't be throwing out invitations to come and stay quite so freely after this summer. They are the best of hosts, generous, fun, they even manage to have a lobster man at their dock, so the fresh fish is plentiful. What more could we ask for? If only Gary would wire the mooring for 110 and get in the fresh water hookup...