Journal: August 13. Garbage. Bookshelves. Twilight walk.

Sam's last day for a while.  George and Co. aren't here today--he's gone to the shore with his kids--all is quiet.  We pack up our usual six garbage bags and drop them at the end of the road as well as one moldy  blue chair, moldy table covers and who knows what else.

Then off to the dump with the recyclables--lots of cardboard from the new windows, more moldy books, etc.

I've been putting off going through the books on the shelves in the living rooms--so we did that--wiping down the shelves, tossing some books, pretty low-grade work.

Sam is flying to Sarasota to bring Grandma Betty to all the Jacoby's gathering next week in Laurel.  His flight leaves at 8am, so we are planning an early night.  Early night means very early dinner or late lunch.  We are getting better at the grill and make ourselves a feast of grilled chicken thighs, corn, vegetables, etc.  Then -- in the new favorite iteration of our evening walk--we drive to the hyper humus parking area and repeat our favorite walk to the third huge lake--a riot of loosestrife, bee balm, yellow mustard, fields of waving cat tails.  Completely surprising landscape--an endless marsh surrounded by fields, forests and rolling hills.