|I love this picture of Rigby from our ride in an antique boat in Clayton, NY.|
|Sis took my photo in the galley.|
Rigby had made a special request to have Swedish meatballs for lunch. I had to make a run to the store just to get ground beef, as I had used the last of it to make hamburgers (I was afraid it would go bad). I guess I didn't make them quite right - not the way IKEA makes them, apparently, although they sure tasted like Swedish meatballs to me... and I should know, right??? But he politely ate them and thanked me for lunch all the same.
The poor New Girl, who I'd named Butler long before she came, showed up just as Rigby was leaving. It must've been a strange moment - when you arrive you expect a little fanfare (at least I did), but we were all focused on saying our good-byes.
|My niece and nephew pay me a visit.|
Later that evening my parents, some old family friends, my sister and her kids all came to visit. My folks live about an hour north by car. Our location was so obscure that our family friends actually walked past the boat without seeing her!
I showed my sister around, and my little nephew and niece got to check out my bunk. I finished putting dinner on the table, then headed off with my entourage to the Real Seafood Co. for a martini (hurrah!), a half dozen oysters, and a big bowl of gazpacho.
Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and pickled cucumbers
Tacos carnitas for the crew
|Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes and pickled cukes.|