Miscellaneous goings on here during the last weekend of the summer…

Must be the “last hurrah” for houseboats.  One of them has spent two days cruising up and down the bay.  I can’t figure out why.  Maybe someone is getting a driving lesson?

The ospreys are acting strangely.  Two of them have been doing their swooping figure eight dance for several hours outside my window.  It’s fun to watch, but I’m not sure what the point is.  I think they’re simply having a good time in the breeze.  I should google that when I finish writing this book.

photo by jokulhlaup

The lime green speed boat is back this weekend, along with its loud rap music.  It’s not as loud as it was previous years, and not as obnoxiously close to the shoreline.  Still, the kayakers and fishermen sharing the bay with them do not look happy.  I have ear plugs.

Some of the neighbors had a midnight skinny dipping party last night.  I wonder if they knew how sound travels on the water?   The girls enjoyed screeching and screaming and describing their naked body parts while jumping off the dock and splashing around in the water.  The boys–more reluctant and less noisy–eventually joined them.

One thing about skinny dipping here in September:  it doesn’t last long!!!

The screams for “Connor and Connor” to get their “f***ing a***s down here” finally ended and by 1 AM the lake was quiet again.

I am so glad I am not raising teenagers any more.

Speaking of skinny dipping, I really liked this book.