Just Another Lazy Summer Day
11/07/15 06:46
Either I've got a story in my head today or I don't. One way or another it's going to come out. I was thinking a little bit about Donald Trump but not sure I want to go there just yet. When he takes to the stage with ten of his competitors we'll see how he translates. The guy is somewhat of a caricature of himself but if we've learned anything after eight years of Obama we've learned that anyone can sit in that seat and fuck it up or not. Conservative and independent voters turned down Romney eight years ago over a freshman legislator from Chicago with no business experience and we've been paying the price ever since. Maybe "The Donald" is just what we need. I think the country is in a "throw the bums out" kind of mood so I can see Trump looking to capitalize on that sentiment. You''ll not see him looking past such opportunities and I fully expect that we'll see Trump being Trump from here on in. You can't say that about the other candidates with maybe one or two exceptions. The political winds are simply too fickle and the voters are seemingly not in the mood to repeat their mistakes of the past. Let's get it right this time. That's my mantra. What was I saying again about not wanting to go there?
Summer is in full swing here along the coast. We need to get out on our bikes earlier and earlier if we're wanting to avoid the cars and mayhem that we invariably run into if we leave the house too late in the morning. I don't mind slowing down when the cars start piling up along the boulevard but it does become something of a distraction so it is better avoided sometimes. That is not to say that I mind slowing down to avoid running into the crowds as they make their way to the beach because I don't. Distractions are dangerous when you have a lot of moving objects crisscrossing the highway and I am mindful of that fact but not concerned one way or another that I will run into trouble. It was interesting to note the license plates along the boulevard yesterday and the various states represented. All were mostly within a stones throw from New Hampshire, not surprisingly, and most not local. It pleases me that our town had the foresight to designate a stretch of beachside roadway for "locals only." You still need to buy a beach sticker so there's a small price to pay but for those locals looking to enjoy our beautiful beaches that is a small price to pay. For what it's worth, I never go to the beach. I'm slightly uncomfortable, truth be told, with not being at the top of the food chain when wading in the ocean. It is what it is.
We went to this hamburger joint in downtown Portsmouth called Lexis' Joint with Mrs G yesterday late yesterday afternoon. It was written up recently as one of the better burger joints in and around Portsmouth. As burger joints go, I guess it was ok. Just ok. I was surprised that they had someone waiting on the tables given the size of the place. She never asked how I wanted my bacon cheeseburger cooked nor did she ask me whether I wanted the 4oz burger or the 8 oz burger. As I sit here this morning I'm not sure which one ended up on my plate. I thought I asked for cheddar but what I ended up with looked more like Velveeta. Mrs G sat looking at her burger when they put it in front of her and she promptly took a napkin and laid it over the top of the burger soaking up the excess juices that puddled atop her patty. A small group of lesbians sat at an adjoining table enjoying their meal while speaking in whispers and sipping their multi-colored alcoholic beverages. A party of four squeezed into the corner table next to us and babbled on as senior citizens will about traffic on the bridge or some such nonsense.
The waitresses, all twenty-something and easy on the eyes, moved about the crowded floor with great efficiency and dispatch. Between our table and the doorway there was a small area for those waiting to be seated separated by a partition that was shoulder-high. Invariably, customers coming in the door took to peering over the partition and that was slightly annoying given our proximity to the wall. But the shoestring Idaho french fry's were served piping hot and my coffee milk shake, while not as large as I would have liked it knowing that I would be sharing it with Nancy, was delicious and delightfully cold even with all the distractions I've duly noted here. The check came too early to the table for Nancy's likes but was otherwise accompanied by three miniature chocolate cookies which delighted her to no end. Mints must be passé. Yes, of course, darling. You can have my cookie.
Summer is in full swing here along the coast. We need to get out on our bikes earlier and earlier if we're wanting to avoid the cars and mayhem that we invariably run into if we leave the house too late in the morning. I don't mind slowing down when the cars start piling up along the boulevard but it does become something of a distraction so it is better avoided sometimes. That is not to say that I mind slowing down to avoid running into the crowds as they make their way to the beach because I don't. Distractions are dangerous when you have a lot of moving objects crisscrossing the highway and I am mindful of that fact but not concerned one way or another that I will run into trouble. It was interesting to note the license plates along the boulevard yesterday and the various states represented. All were mostly within a stones throw from New Hampshire, not surprisingly, and most not local. It pleases me that our town had the foresight to designate a stretch of beachside roadway for "locals only." You still need to buy a beach sticker so there's a small price to pay but for those locals looking to enjoy our beautiful beaches that is a small price to pay. For what it's worth, I never go to the beach. I'm slightly uncomfortable, truth be told, with not being at the top of the food chain when wading in the ocean. It is what it is.
We went to this hamburger joint in downtown Portsmouth called Lexis' Joint with Mrs G yesterday late yesterday afternoon. It was written up recently as one of the better burger joints in and around Portsmouth. As burger joints go, I guess it was ok. Just ok. I was surprised that they had someone waiting on the tables given the size of the place. She never asked how I wanted my bacon cheeseburger cooked nor did she ask me whether I wanted the 4oz burger or the 8 oz burger. As I sit here this morning I'm not sure which one ended up on my plate. I thought I asked for cheddar but what I ended up with looked more like Velveeta. Mrs G sat looking at her burger when they put it in front of her and she promptly took a napkin and laid it over the top of the burger soaking up the excess juices that puddled atop her patty. A small group of lesbians sat at an adjoining table enjoying their meal while speaking in whispers and sipping their multi-colored alcoholic beverages. A party of four squeezed into the corner table next to us and babbled on as senior citizens will about traffic on the bridge or some such nonsense.
The waitresses, all twenty-something and easy on the eyes, moved about the crowded floor with great efficiency and dispatch. Between our table and the doorway there was a small area for those waiting to be seated separated by a partition that was shoulder-high. Invariably, customers coming in the door took to peering over the partition and that was slightly annoying given our proximity to the wall. But the shoestring Idaho french fry's were served piping hot and my coffee milk shake, while not as large as I would have liked it knowing that I would be sharing it with Nancy, was delicious and delightfully cold even with all the distractions I've duly noted here. The check came too early to the table for Nancy's likes but was otherwise accompanied by three miniature chocolate cookies which delighted her to no end. Mints must be passé. Yes, of course, darling. You can have my cookie.