Lighthouse

Remember yesterday when I said the clouds had parted and the sun came out?  Well, that was short lived, because Tuesday was back to Drearyville--do not pass Go, do not collect $100.  (Or is it $200? I never had much patience for Monopoly.) In case you didn't know, Drearyville is a suburb of Unemployment City, where Chesapeake Bay Woman has lived for the past several weeks.

Monday's spectacular sunshine reverted immediately to Tuesday's overcast skies and continued unemployment due to the government shutdown.

Waaaaaay off in the distance is New Point Light. 

Luckily I still have photos from the one day the sun came out.  

These were taken from Bavon, at the end of Old Bayside Drive.

You can't see the lighthouse here, but this is the point of land shown above, zoomed in.

This is a grainy shot of the lighthouse, zoomed way in.
My camera has a decent zoom, but the quality of the images
isn't always great, mostly due to the person using it
and her general lack of technical skills.

This was taken from a closer vantage point,
the lighthouse observation deck.
A little better, but still not great.

Unless the Government Fairy Godmother sprinkled angel dust pixie dust over Congress last night, I won't have work today either.  That's OK.  I have an eye appointment at Gloucester Point, which will eat up several hours of my life day, and Daughter has a cross country meet at the West Point Country Club this evening.  Since I've never been to the West Point Country Club (or any other country club, for that matter) before, I'm actually looking forward to it.

Wait.  I went to some country club before.  A wedding.  Decades ago. Golf carts were stolen and there was lots of driving in places where golf carts weren't supposed to be involved.  I want to say it was somewhere in Northern Virginia but can't swear to it.  

Whatever.  So I've been to at least one country club before, but never the West Point Country Club.

This blog post, which has flitted from sunshine to vague Monopoly references to Drearyville and its suburbs to country clubs and pixie dust, is now mercifully coming to a close.

Click here and here for more information on our lighthouse.

Boats

These were taken on Saturday evening, towards the end of what started as a very hectic day.

Daughter had to travel several hours to an invitational cross country meet, which meant that she had to be alert quasi-awake, fed and delivered to the high school by (gulp) 5:00 a.m. (Translation:  I woke up at 4 to fix her breakfast.)

Son had to take the SATs, for which he's taken prep classes, practice tests and done just about everything except consult personally with the test developers to improve his score.  He had to be quasi-awake alert, fed, moderately caffeinated (half a cup of black coffee) and out the door by 7:00 a.m.

In other words, Saturday started off worse than a normal school day.

There was nothing normal about any of it.

Things vastly improved, however, for everyone.  Daughter's race went OK in spite of oppressive heat. Son said his test was brutal (his exact word), but now it's over and done with.  I was able to enjoy a relaxing afternoon and evening over on the Northern Neck with someone I wouldn't know if not for this blog.

I'm still not working the paying job due to the government shutdown, however that doesn't mean I'm not working busy.  Somehow things feel more hectic than usual.  I'm not sure how that's possible, but there you have it.

What's happening in your neck of the woods?