Wednesday, July 30, 2025 – Day 351

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Good morning all.

Sometimes we humans know we shouldn’t do something—because there’s a decent chance it could end badly—but we do it anyway. Case in point: Maria and Pete put in their pier this week. You thought this was about me…didn’t you? Anyway…putting in a pier requires multiple trips in and out of the lake, which stirs up the sandy bottom. And yes… you probably guessed it… they fell victim to swimmer’s itch. It’s like playing Russian roulette—you won’t lose every time, but when you do, it’s a curse you won’t forget. At least for a couple of days.

They now own every anti-itch product available over the counter—enough to last a decade, provided they ignore the suggested expiration dates. (Photos attached)

Yesterday was a non-boating day. The little ones went to the local zoo for part of the day. Some of the adults couldn’t escape work and logged a half day. Others went shopping. And the rest of us just did our own thing. That’s one of the many gifts of being up north: there’s always something to do, but no pressure to do it…except for maybe the work crowd.

As for me, I mostly stayed put and read. Once I get here, I rarely leave the lake. The pull of this place is strong, and I’ve never needed much convincing to stay put.

Alex continued forging his and Nicole’s wedding bands—his September deadline is getting closer. I spent a couple of hours watching him bend and hammer the gold into shape. The results were impressive. He’s far enough along now that I think it’s safe to say: this project will be a success. I love that so many people contributed to these rings—they’ve got a backstory richer than most. Way better than my own tale of buying Cindy’s engagement stones at Dunkin’ Donuts & Diamonds.

Last night’s dinner was a celebration of Maria and Pete’s retirement from the State Department. Pete is officially home for good, while Maria has nine days left in Kyiv. She’ll be packing up her belongings, handing off her responsibilities, and most importantly—staying safe. That means getting to the bunkers with plenty of time to spare before any incoming missiles or drones arrive. Fingers crossed. Their official retirement is in September, but last night was a great time to celebrate by having a pajama party. How many of us retirees have found ourselves lounging around in our sleep wear late into the day? I’m guilty…especially in the winter months.

And now for today’s main event: the annual themed party! This year? Pirate Day. 🏴‍☠️ We’ve got a full schedule of festivities lined up, and from the looks of it, this crew is ready to pillage and plunder… or at least eat snacks, wear funny hats, wear shoddy clothes, and make strange sounds.

Now off I go to hoist the Jolly Roger and join me scurvy crew for a day of plunderin’, grog-sippin’, and general tomfoolery. May your compass point true, your sunscreen be plentiful, and X always mark the spot.
 Have a great Wednesday. Love you guys! ❤️

Arrrr! – Captain Grandybeard 🦜⚓️🗺️