The Funs of August

YOU MISSED PUPPETS? Are you NUTS?

Oh, mama is such a stick-in-the-mud, or sand, as the case may be here…

Last night on  our beaches (there are three) there were Catalan boats coming in from out at sea and on the decks, there were double lifesize dancing puppets all  in white and manipulated by anthros behind them, and where were mama and papa?  They were watching Black  Mirror, an episode with its own puppet that was a celebrity rock star plastic doll who had a mind  of its own.  I won’t get into this…

Frankly, I was  bored  stiff and had MUCH more fun watching our neighbor’s yard and all the wildlife  that comes out after dark – birdies, kitties, maybe even a couple of worms or two living it up in the vegetable  garden!  Whatever is there, I’m in its thrall, whatever that means.

But tonight THEY are going down to the beach to watch the spectacular fireworks for the celebration of St. Vincent.  Part of his body actually came in today on a lateen-rigged boat and was placed in our little golden-altered eglise (church).  And I think that, with today’s fête, the summer is officially over.  But tonight in our part of town, there will be music, food, dancing and feu d’artifice (fireworks).

BUT NOT FOR MAMA! No way, no how.  She is going to wring every breath out of what’s left of August and have FUN!  The weather is spectacular, we actually harvested 9 tomatoes (!) this summer, and the roses are struggling to put out a second bloom.  What’s not  to like?

And maybe, just maybe, the donkeys will come up the street tomorrow morning and eat the carrots and apples that mama has saved for them.

Lots of action (for some) around here, haha.  Life is good.