Saturday, 3AM

Jimmy's asleep, and I'm not, so I'm amusing myself by downloading photographs I like. These first ones are of Barry, a Bahamian guide who helps us get lobster on the first day of lobster season, August 1. We, to paraphrase Bubba Gump, had steamed lobster, boiled lobster, lobster salad, lobster chowder, lobster omelets, lobster dip, lobster wraps, and fried lobster, until we were SICK of lobster.

The building below is what I looked at from our window, that month last June that we spent at the Ritz. I loved looking at this building, and it's a good thing, since there wasn't much else to look at. The long horn cow belongs to one of our neighbors at Yustega.






Sweet baby Jake

Suenelle Scruggs and her new baby, Honey

Patrick and my darling William. I do adore this child

I was having so much fun Thanksgiving I forgot to take pictures, and missed some great photo ops. Please notice Jimmy in the orange cap: poor thing couldn't take it off all day long, because he was hiding his bald head from his Mama.

Rosey







Jimmy's beautiful mother

Elizabeth's sister-in-law Nicole Steel and Nicole's daughter Gwyneth

Jimmy and his buddy













Jake and his motorcycle