After weeks (and weeks!) of rain, this weekend was simply spectacular. And, in celebration of those beloved barefoot men who left blood in their tracks as they marched through icy snow to ensure all of us the right to a life where we might pursue freedom and natural tan lines, I went to the beach.

(Mine is the hideous chaise with the garish towels and green bags tucked behind it. Surprisingly, no one seemed to want to sit next to me). Where, you might ask, is T? In the water? On the float? In the shade? Why no. The boy worked the entire weekend digging a 250 foot trench. This trench is in preparation for the solar panels that will be installed beginning Wednesday. So, no rest for him.

And the wildebeasts? Well after they ran off this morning (in fact, they literally tiptoed away from T-- those sneaky SNEAKY stinkers) they enjoyed a long afternoon in the dog shed. Which is where all very naughty dogs go. No matter how adorable.

Oh and Friday night? I came face to face with a black bear. A very big black bear who was right at the bottom of the steps when I came down to throw away some trash just as it was getting dark out. I wish I could say I was the epitome of cool and calm in the face of this unexpected guest, but I must admit to running back up the steps yelling, "Bear! Bear!" with very little (okay, none) coolness.

This is, of course, when you LOVE to have dogs who have no fear of the deep, dark forest and tear after the big, black bear barking as furiously as their little lungs could bark. Bet that big ol' bear will think twice before he comes around here again.

Hmmm, bettter get my boys out of the shed. It's getting dark.

Happy 4th!

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