On to August, indeed

August came and we headed for Cape Cod. Then I had to go back to work for a couple of days and got on a boat. I liked that, as it had wireless. When I got home, I was treated to an awesome sight. Our neighbors have been destroying house, little by little, ostensibly to rebuild it later. The one with the sexy back, squatting by the trunk of the red car, is the drunk fella who used to own our house. Now he is helping with the construction. They started in March and have proceeded with the following schedule: work from 7 to noon, drink in the driveway until 7, go home. What you see there is 2000 beer bottles being recycled. Good drinking, neighbors. Some people on our street are planning to move if the drunk guy actually finishes the project and moves back in. Wild times.

Then, back to Cape Cod. Abe got into the beach this summer and ate about 4 pounds of sand. He showed no fear of the water, which is, of course, terrifying. Max was a little more skittish and was purchased a life jacket, which ended that. Later, my parents arrived, followed by my sister (plus 3) and my brother (plus 1 girlfriend, slightly shellshocked at being tossed into a Labor Day wknd of 11 Barcans). Much bumping into each other ensued, culminating in my cooking three enormous lobsters on the grill.

And then, just like that, it was September, after two solid weeks of 90 degrees every day and one more with 75 beautiful degrees - nicer for living, not so nice for swimming - each day. Max starts KINDERGARTEN in a few days. More on that later.