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.

West Point Crab Carnival

Once upon a sunny Saturday, Chesapeake Bay Woman went to the West Point Crab Carnival.

The streets were lined with booths boasting arts, crafts, services, 

products, alpacas, hogwash soaps, elephant ears, 

funnel cakes, bologna burgers, and big questions.

This booth was asking Big Questions.  My answer was yes,
as a matter of fact I'm on my way now.
(Because the funnel cake booth is only steps away.)
(Click on the image if you can't read the question.)

Alpacas.  In West Point.  At a crab carnival.
This crab carnival is nothing if not unusual diverse.

One of the more interesting exhibits was this living statue.  Living statue is not only an oxymoron but the term used for a man who spray paints himself in gold and sits as still as can be, on display, without so much as a flinch, while onlookers point and gawk talk about him as if he isn't there.

In other words, he pretends to be a statue.

Well, he pretends to be a statue until he needs a break,

and then he sits on his car and eats a banana.

Moving right along, 

Step right up, folks!  Get your FRESH ELEPHANT EARS here!

Fries made of ribbons and burgers made of bologna.
There's something even for the least most discriminating palate.

Of course there were crabs.

And other delectables.

The West Point Crab Carnival is an equal opportunity 
seafood festival that does not discriminate against oysters.

Stay tuned for more photos 
from the West Point Crab Carnival parade.

What did you do this weekend? 

 Have you eaten a bologna burger?

What about elephant ears? Were they fresh?

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p.s. Unfortunately due to the heavy volume of spam, I had to turn on the word verification in the Comments Section. My apologies for this inconvenience.  I'll turn it off  after a while.

More Green

In addition to the nightly thunderstorms soybeans,
the corn crops are doing their part to contribute
to all the green we're enjoying around here lately.  

These particular fields live near Freeport Landing in Gloucester.

Just past the corn are some soybeans.

I took these Friday evening on my way to join friends (including her) in hoppin' downtown West Point, Virginia, about 30 minutes away.  A band was playing in their Town Square.  What an enjoyable way to spend a Friday evening. West Point also happens to be home to none other than the paper mill  the crab carnival, which I hope to attend this year for the first time.  Guess which hat I'll be wearing.

And yes, once again, a blog which is supposed to be about Mathews is talking about some other place.

Dear Mathews County, 

I do love you. Really. 

Hugs,
CBW