Another Day on the Sound...

So we were out sailing on the Sound. More specifically ghosting since the wind was not exactly howling and we decided to duck into Mystic Harbor for our annual visit. Now I am not normally a person who gawks at the places where the rich display that fact, but here I have to make an exception. There is a place that I truly like and I envy the owner despite the fact that he is filthy rich.
What do you think of this place?Isn't it just perfect? OK, OK maybe not quite perfect, but still...And Then there was this place. Pretty close to perfect too don't you think. The guy peering over at the boats thinks so. And why not. Maybe this is an even better place to envy and covet. Easier to maintain certainly. But nah, I don't really think so. I see myself sitting in one of those white chairs for the rest of my days. Sitting, contemplating the nature of things, waiting for whatever I am waiting for, thinking about the fact that I am not a cormorant, and glad that I am not, watching all the guys (and girls) out for Sunday boat rides sail and motor past, big boats, little boats, nice boats, not so nice boats, thinking about just about nothing some of the time, except maybe having a nice bowl of macaroni for supper.