Matt Comes for a Visit

My buddy Matt from Chicago decided to pop in for a few days with virtually no notice. Luckily Dena keeps a spare bedroom on tap. We were a little worried that he'd come down and tear the place up with his party-some demeanor, but he mostly just slept.

Matt, in his attempt to get "sizzled", made us finally go to the beach for some suntan action. We've been here for several months now and hadn't really enjoyed the sunshine (unless it was with a Corona in our hands.)

Everyone told us Honeymoon Island was one of the best beaches around. All we found when we got there was a beach covered in sharp rocks and shells and a giant white trash convention... or boat show, whatever.

The seagulls wouldn't have been that bad if the white trash didn't feed them.

Merimac Farm

I recently returned from a trip to the boss's house in upstate New York. The scenery was beautiful and the house was amazing. I had to take the train from New York City to the end of the line to get there, but it was worth the trip. Needless to say I didn't get any work done on the train because I spent the entire three hours looking out the window. This pic is of the backside of the house looking at the kitchen (all those windows!)

The wine cellar. I'm not sure of the vintage of the Post-It Notes. 

Sunday's Bike Ride: Danger!

This is a terrible picture from my Treo, but you can kind of make out the giant (probably 5 ft. long) alligator at the water's edge. It was just kind of hanging out waiting for some unsuspecting bike rider to get too close.

Today's Random Images: Angry Faces

Angriest Face

Angry Face III (come on Sean, you can do better than that.) 

Angry Face II 

Angry Face I 

Saturday Project Around the House

More of last Saturday's Project Around the House.

Last Saturday's Project Around the House: replace the light exterior light fixtures.

A Sunday Evening Walk

Walking on the trail with Dena.

The Clearwater East-West Trail that runs right by our house. 

A tree in the park. 

I'm taking Dena's picture and she's... well, I don't know what she's doing. 

Who the hell would molest a "gator"? 

Dena, with some darn good light. 

The park, complete with fountain. 

Dena and I went on a walk in the park down the block from our house yesterday. Here's the sign on the way in to our street. When they were building it in the 50's, our neighborhood was supposed to be a trailer park. Good thing that didn't happen or our house would have wheels.