Rain Again

Rain has started again.  Drats. 

May, rain. June, rain. July, rain.  August, 3 weeks of sun (we counted every day).  September, rain.  October, rain (2 days of gorgeous sun).   November, rain (5 days of sun). 

The whales are back, in big numbers.  The minke and great whuumpfing humpbacks are splashing around in the backyard, making big whumpfing noises.  It's so weird to have whales in the backyard.  For you not in the know, my land ends in a cliff that drops to the bay, and the water is so deep right off the the shore that the whales can play here no problem.   Can't see them, because they are under the cliff, but we can hear them no problem.

Woody Point is quiet.  Life has dropped down a notch, people go to chat with the Post Office lady (Sonia, because Dee is sick, Carol Ann is pregnant), or wander into the legion for a chat.  Pete sits on the counter of his store watching for any traffic to go by.   The hopping place right now is the clinic: chicken pox, pink eye and a tummy rumble is on the go in the bay, so that is where the action is.   The Chocolate Mousse is open for lunch on Fridays, and the Chicken Coop does fries and chicken on Saturdays for supper.

Someone poisoned some dogs in the bay.  No one knows who.  That's disturbing.

Besides that, all is quiet.