Well, weatherwise, anyway, though “the same” might not be exactly appropriate insofar as

though no records were being broken for warm weather in February* records for sustained and dry might be another story.  If anyone’s telling stories.  Meanwhile with more than a little help from Scott Zoog the pond was drained [though the outside electrical problems persisted

despite many efforts**] as I continued, for stories, to rely on Eve when not obsessing

over “Shetland” until we ran out of episodes or trying to interpolate local lore from local hints.

Meanwhile the locality went its own little way with a wino-chocolate weekend though

with scant chocolate in evidence it did bring up the question of Why, in such an aspiring destination-ary town, we don’t have a decent chocolatier or two to fall back on.

Nobody knows why though I did, after a mere 21 years,

“discover” a way to circumnavigate the shoreline from farthest West H back to the bottom

of West Second, thanks,

and thanks to Lucca Wednesday evening

for not only a wet blandburger***, fish and chips good for the first bite, but wine and service good enough to make it a swell night out for us, the desperate, despite.

 

*By the time this posted records were being broken daily.

** Scott was back after the weekend and he and L. got it all sorted out most successfully…

*** A burger lusciously described [and in former times actually quite good] but pathetically executed.  It was also discovered that the menu’s “steak cut fries” is currently a euphemism for soggy sliced potatoes.