HANGIN' WITH THE TOURISTS
>> Monday, July 6, 2009
July 3, 2009: First day of sun since mid-June*(note the ever-present fog bank behind the island)
Photo: Deb
#1:
Damn. I was laughing too hard to grab the camera sooner. Khaki Man had been at the stern trying to maneuver his little tiny boat to the dock. He didn't shut off the motor until after he hit it at ramming speed. Jeans Man, who had been sitting in the seat just forward of Khaki man, wanted to get off the boat, but couldn't get up. He then proceeded to crawl off the seat, forward to the bow, reaching for the dock, the boat not yet tied off. Khaki man figured he better get off first so he climbed over Jeans Man and got on the dock, tied off the boat and then helped Jeans Man do a very nice do-si-do onto the dock. Personally I was hoping for a dip.
Khaki Man and Jeans Man practicing their dance moves.Photo: Deb
#2:
Maroon woman took the whole 4th of July red, white and blue theme a bit too far. Didn't help that she was louder than the boat horns of the departing schooners with her whiskey-swilling, chain-smoking voice and Jersey accent. We were sitting right next to her and I had to get up and take this photo from behind a planter. Pretty good, huh? She never suspected a thing. What a maroon.
Nice hair, Bozo. Photo: Deb
#3:
Stars and stripes in yellow and white. Go figure. I guess she didn't get the memo on the horizontal stripes.
Roll, roll, roll your boat. Photo: Deb
#4:
High-tailing it home to catch the Red Sox, tennis, golf, checkers or whatever action-packed sport was on, we stopped to see the Oreo cows. Mr. Man pointed out that this particular Oreo's stripe did not go all the way around. Poor tings. With a view like that, I don't think it minded being half a filling short of an Oreo.
Photo: Deb
And that concludes my documentary documenting another day during tourist season on the coast of Maine.
*Clicking on photos will make them up close and personal.
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14 comments:
Nice pictures, Deb! Those cows look like my cat. Well, except for the size and the eating and pooping grass patties.
I'm a klutz on small boats. I probably would have been in the drink.
I suddenly feel great sadness for you, being so up close and personal with the tourists. When they get loud or obnoxious, just take out your air horn and give 'em a blast... "move along from awayer's, move along! They're giving away free milk and cookies at Michael Jackson's service!" Yeah, that should work.
I tend to stay incognito during our tourist season. It's better that way, Deb. Great pictures!
RG: Those cows are sort of cuddly looking until you get a whiff of them. Oh, believe me, I tried to use my powers of telepathy/karma/will/prayer that one of those clowns would fall in the water!
TJ: Up close and personal is the only way to get blog fodder. Milk and cookies at MJs funeral? What??? No Jesus Juice? A slap on the back to Long Island Congressman Peter King and his rather non-PC comments today. I think I'll send him a lobster!
Which blog do I go to to see the pictures of you on the pier? :ewink:
I'd take a date to the MJ memorial service, but all the grade schools are closed for the summer around here...
LL: You are the reason there will never be photos of me on a pier. You'd figure out some way to incorporate them into that whole Oprah/donkey thing.
I figured you'd take one of your sheep to the MJ fiasco.
Looks like a beautiful day to watch tourists act like..... well tourists. Great pics Deb.
Son of a gun! That's my cousin, Carmen, from the Bronx, in her favorite "nautical" outfit! What a great picture. Those stripes are red, Deb. But you know how, sometimes, when you s-t-r-e-t-c-h something and it changes the color a little? I guess that must be what happened. No more cannolis for Carmen! Did you notice her hat? It comes with the hair already attached and everything. It is PERFECT for traveling.
Oh oh - a photo of cows lying down. You KNOW what that means. Oh, wait, you are from away, aren't you? I'll sing it out for you: "The rain in Maine falls mainly on the brain". I hope to God those cows were just tired. I cannot take much more of this. Good one, Deb!
Hey Deb, Gage is my Grandson. He was signed in. I wish the brats would stay off my computer.
That's hilarious, I love the red hair...lol.
By the way, I have something else for you at my blog and you can keep it all for yourself too, no need to share (or pass it on) :D
ha ha milk and oreo cookies all in the same package!
No need to remind mne to stay out of the focus of your camera lens.
Gage/Etta: Damn, I was thinking I had a new visitor here and it was only you. Wait. That didn't come out right. I always love your visits here, Etta! Gage is welcome, too!
Claire: The thing that worries me about Carmen is I think she may be a local. She hangs out IN the harbormaster shack, saw her there two days later with a different hat/same hair on.
One of those cows just curled up in a ball snoring. Today it is 52 degrees and raining. Again. Guess the cows were right.
Skye: I saw what you had for me - and I grabbed that sucker right up. Only thing is, I can't make out what it says. For all I know it says Most Idiotic Blogger in the Universe, but because it was free, I'm taking it. Thank you!
Nooter: Smart person that invented those cows, huh?
MPH: Oh come on! We'd have fun! I would only take the most flattering shots of you, just like I did of those in this post.
The boat guys remind me of me and my Dad. Except Dad would've pushed me in the water.
I don't know what it say's either, but I'm suppose Etta Rose may. If you're interested, you can find a link to her in my blog and ask her. Unless of course, you already go around to her blog :)
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