Regent

This charming structure sits high on a hill overlooking Locklies Creek off of Regent Road over in Topping.

It's near Regent Point Marina and my favorite restaurant (also my son's employer) Merroir.

Although I have boatloads of chores that I'm absolutely dreading this weekend--but must focus attention on lest we drown in laundry and dog hair--I hope to make time to do something enjoyable.  Maybe take some pictures or perhaps make a trip to Merroir.  Who knows.

I hope your weekend is a good one.

Captain Ellery

Here are a few more shots taken during Saturday's pontoon boat ride over on the Northern Neck.

(That's a lot of oyster shells.)

The name on the big boat is Capt. Ellery, although when I first saw it, I thought it said Captain Celery--thanks in no small part to aging eyes, bright sunlight, exhaustion, general confusion, and a newly acquired ability to transpose letters.

Frankly, I like Captain Celery better.

There should be a Captain Celery.  I could write all kinds of stories about a Captain Celery.

It might not be as dignified a name as Captain Ellery, but still.

I see potential.

Also, I think I'm way overdue for a vacation, which isn't happening for a few weeks.

In the meantime, I'll continue writing nonsensical posts about nonexistent superheros named after vegetables, in between long days at work and worrying about a potential tropical storm or even hurricane this weekend.

It's still too early to tell, but at a minimum it looks like we'll be seeing some rain towards the end of the week.

Captain Celery, take me away!

For more information on the real Ellery and his seafood business, click here.

Osprey

These were taken Saturday from Carters Creek over on the Northern Neck on what I would call a rather impromptu pontoon boat ride.

The fact that I was lucky enough to be invited to participate in a spontaneous pontoon boat ride is not something I take for granted.  

It was a wonderful surprise and a beautiful day.

And now it's Monday.  (Insert the sound of someone ripping the needle off a record.)

By Friday, July 4th will be upon us.

If we blink more than twice, it might be time to pull out the dreaded Christmas tree.

I'm not going to blink.

I love summer.