Bowles Blog

No Doubt

Thank you so, so much to everyone who has been sending good thoughts and prayers for Cuyler and our family over the last week or so! 

He's feeling much better, back to himself I'd say.  But don't take my word for it, check out this video from Bubbe's 70th birthday party on Saturday night...

Cuyler & Nana from jen bowles on Vimeo.

 

 

Home again

Sure, people come from all over the world to go to Children's Hospital Boston, but I will be a very happy mommy if I never have a child who is an inpatient there again!
That's Cuyler, holding his 3 stuffed animals named George, heading home with me, Daddy & Will. Overjoyed sister Ebby was waiting at the house.
Reunited and it feels so good :-).

Finally!

For the first time since July 18th, we have a working range!
I'm so excited I'm cooking 2 kinds of pasta.
Yep, it's a big night here in Bowlesville.

Surf's Up!

Hurricane Earl.  Ha.

We didn't get  much rain, we got even less wind.  But what we did get was surf.

Crashing  foamy swells of ocean water breaking on the beach.

Bobby Law and I headed to the beach early Saturday morning (aka the morning after Earl) to do some wave watching.      

We were not disappointed.   

Talk about the power and majesty of the ocean. Wow. 

I did manage to take my eyes off the surf long enough to snap a few other pictures.  Many homeowners along this beach (Humarock) have placed rocks to outline the path from their decks to the sand part of the beach.  Some even take it a step farther and put down carpet.  It's an Irish Riviera boardwalk!  

Humarock is  a popular spot for playing  and walking--both for people and their dogs.  Some of the homeowners along the beach are not exactly welcoming (or great spellers) though... So classy.

As we walked I collected a few rocks and a few shells but the most bizarre thing I spotted on the sand was this:

A lime green colored pencil.  My favorite color, perfect ☺.

So Earl, thanks for sparing us the brunt of your wind and your rain.   I'm much happier with kicked up surf than downed tree limbs and a flooded basement.

Sign of the Times

We're hanging out in our fog shrouded home on the hill, waiting for Earl or the remnants thereof. 

The other night, a school night I might add, we took a quick after dinner trip to the beach.  We arrived just as the sun was setting, around 7:20, and stayed for about an hour.  We crossed the wooden bridge and drove down the bumpy, sandy road to the second crossover.  There are always signs at the crossovers.  Usually they say 'Closes at 8pm' or 'Caution: Soft Sand' or even 'Danger: Flood Tide'.  On Wednesday night this is the sign that greeted us:

More than 48 hours ahead of Earl.  Go figure.

Of course 'No Swimming' could be open for interpretation by some.  Some as in Bobby Law. 

Is this considered swimming?

How about this?

Hmmm, this seems pretty undeniable...Even if it is blurry.

Cuyler couldn't bear to watch. 

The swimming portion of the evening last about 90 seconds and ended without incident.  We spent the rest of our visit beachcombing and battling gnats. 

Next time, we bring fire--even if we aren't cooking.