Plastic Wagon Wheels

According to Newsday, these little polyethylene disks are not dangerous (see photo), but nonetheless, I am not too happy about hundreds of them washing up on Smithtown Bay. My Beach! They "escaped" from one of the tanks at a Mamaroneck water treatment plant. I think they look exactly like wagon wheel macaroni that we used eat when we were little kids. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do with them. I'm going to find out what jerk at that plant is responsible for letting them "escape" (that's really how Newsday described it) and then I am going to collect as many as possible. I will drive to that person's house in Ma...Ma...Mamaroneck and dump them all over his/her lawn. See how they like it. Here's your f*#$@%* disks back. They escaped! I also include a lovely sky after sunset. Bet they don't have that view from the water treatment plant in Ma...Ma...Mamaroneck.

Saturday morning coffee

I was up early and went down to the beach with my coffee. Not without putting my long johns on first! Yikes. Winter is giving us one last blast this past week. Weather report: sunny, cold, windy, wavy, and very sparkly in the morning light.
The air is so clear you see see details on buildings all the way across the bay. It's like I have Superman's vision.

Playtime

The tide was super low this evening and I waded out onto an island to play. The water is freezing but I braved the numbness in order to get in touch with my inner child. There was a rainbow, too. Then George Clooney walked by. Well, okay, the last part is NOT true, but doesn't the rest sound like a lovely fantasy?

Lost and Found

The bay was very churned up from the last few days of rain and winds. Huge logs and debris have washed ashore on Smithtown Bay. The gulls were out in force about 20 yards off shore eating fish or some other snack. There were hundreds of them. Then I ran into a very friendly dog named Tucker. Without my glasses, all I could read was his name on his tag. I couldn't make out the phone number. Was that a one or a seven? We walked together for several miles. He loved chasing any object I tossed for him. By the time we came out onto the road to head home, I had grown very fond of Tucker. I was thinking that maybe he would be coming home with me, but then a nice man drove by and said, "Is that Tucker?" Tucker's owner could not believe how far he had wandered from home. Bye, bye Tucker.