This is the time of year when the details of life tend to pile up in my mind like mail thrown on the coffee table. The effort thus becomes to clear enough of the clutter to allow my brain to breathe, and to take in the delights of the season. Apparently, however, not enough debris was dusted aside to uncover the delight of writing this column. I’m two hours past deadline. My company car is at risk.
All island banana breads and their admirers may now sigh a heavy breath of relief. Lucca, the counter top Maltese, has departed with her wonderful foster family, The Wagners (they earned the capital T due to their general niceness and the fact that they left the Big Camp spotless — my heroes).
Our new tenants, the Nesheim family, came bearing gifts! I am the proud new owner of a 40-pound block of Wisconsin cheddar! I went to the Stop & Shop and bought 25 pounds of deli ham (maple glazed), but that still leaves me with an excess 15 pounds. I worked until 3 a.m. last night cutting smaller blocks of the mooring weight of cheese, and I should finish the task late tomorrow if anyone wants to be paid for services in cheese. Seriously, this is some good cultured milk product — I am only somewhat ashamed to admit that, in truth, the only mark in the cheese thus far is a relief molding of my dental situation. Can’t even blame Lucca, my recessed canines are too distinct.
I have in the past poked fun at the sailors out front of my house, in their super-serious buoy jockeying, but the truth is that I love the sight of them. And I do appreciate the skill required from all classes of boat captains and crew (having raced horribly in a few Herreshoff regattas). I also admire the efforts of the community to get kids involved and away from the glare of glass and onto the twinkle of water. Well done, old chaps! I did feel a bit bad, though, for the young fellow that chose the only brightly colored sail in the fleet on the same day he chose to run dead last. Reminds me of when I wore my paisley pants to my last minor league 12-and-under baseball game in 1974 . . . did not need the extra attention as I struck out and then knocked myself unconscious with my bat on the follow-through. But don’t worry, fancy sail guy, it gets better! Not a lot better, but better.
My old pal Kevin Keady will once again be leading the Cattle Drivers in a stampede of music, whimsy and sheer joy on Chappy — this time at Mytoi gardens! I believe this is the first of its kind event to ever be held at the storied garden. It all takes place next Saturday, Sept. 6, from 5:30 to 7 p.m. Bring a blanket and your dancing shoes. Kevin is a great storyteller and his melodies are infectiously fun. Fees for TTOR members are $5, $10 for non-TTORers, and kids are free (of course, kids get all the breaks).
And in Chappy Community Center news, Lynn writes: Our first scheduled potluck will be Wednesday, Sept. 17. We still need a host! It doesn’t take much. (You provide hors d’oeuvres for 20 people. It doesn’t have to be fancy!) If you would like to be the first to kick off the season (or host any future dates) please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or call the office at 508-627-8222.
Thanks to everyone, once again, who has already sent us a donation for the 25th Anniversary Match Fund. We have reached the $10,000 mark, but still have a way to go! We have four months to get to the goal of $25,000 in order to receive the match. It’s a wonderful opportunity to double your contribution. Just make any donation to the CCC, but be sure to indicate 25th Anniversary Match on the memo line. Remember, table tennis and wifi are available anytime on the porch. We are into our late summer hours. The office and building will be open from 9 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Please go to chappycommunitycenter.org for specific class times as well as fee information.
Back to me: sadly, this will be my last column. Of August. See you in September!
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