“Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you “Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do.”
David Bowie – RIP
Breakfast yesterday at Shades with Maya and Sparty.
Poor Micky lost all his parts …
Trying to get them to sit still to get a photo …
Bolsters and blankets and Maya pretending to be asleep.
Sparty sleeping for reals. He was so tired. It didn’t take too long to get him to sleep.
Selfie.
After the rain Thursday we drove down Cape May to see how the properties were holding up. The water came up to the curb, but didn’t seem to bother anything else.
The corner of Cape May and Sunset Cliffs.
The entrance to North Beach (Dog Beach) well above curb level.
The apartment/condo at Abbott and Saratoga. This is after crews cleaned out the property from the rains two days before. The driveway has turned into a beach.
You can see how the utility door next to the stairs couldn’t withstand the water pressure.
Nice try, but I don’t think these sandbags helped much. Just sayin’ …
Bruce wanted me to get photos of this transformer box where the dirt washed out from under it. This has already been re-poured, hopefully correctly.
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress, Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess, Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!
Blogged on Amma’s iPhone/MacBook with LOVE!