Sunrise this Morning, Rehoboth Beach


V. hard to get the bird to pose.


A bit later, with container ship.

Rehoboth Beach, last night, Mr UD…


… wearing the Panama hat
his sister got for him in

On an overcast morning…


… technicians set up for
fireworks tonight on the beach.

UD Goes to the Beach.


Blogging continues uninterrupted.


A little of everything at


seven AM. Contrails, dark
clouds, light clouds, sunrays,
sunlight, blue sky, sand, waves.

At 7:15, I’m at the


Coffee Mill.

Sang two songs on the
walk: Nessun Dorma
to start… And would
have stayed with this
throughout, but the
Coffee Mill had a Piaf
imitator piped in,
singing Sous le Ciel de Paris,
so UD had no choice
but to perform that one.

Les UDs are Going to Rehoboth Beach for the Week.

She of course will blog from there.


I’ll have Sardonic on Wry…

… for my unseasonably hot, early morning, two miles up and back, Rehoboth Beach boardwalk march.

Everybody on the boardwalk is old.

Rehoboth is a Quiet Resort – not as quiet as some, but definitely not noisy. A pallid Spring Break. No Floatopia. Rehoboth attracts tanned and well-turned oldies.

At the walkway’s midpoint, in front of a white bandstand, three starched nurses holding a STROKE AWARENESS poster have attracted a crowd.

Nathanael West could write this up, thinketh UD

As UD powers by the nurses, she hears “Totally make relaxation time for yourself… long bath…”


Do retired people really need this advice she wonders, but what’s really going through her mind is Richard Dawkins, who she admires and who has had a stroke.

The thought of Dawkins sets her off, as she swings her arms and plants her heels, on God and not-God, which occupies her for the duration.



… and container ship.

This evening,
Rehoboth Beach.

Halloween Festival, Rehoboth Beach




Men in Mini Corvettes.


Meanwhile, in Virginia,
La Kid picks a pumpkin.


Did I ever say I wouldn’t feature photographic cliches on this blog?


I did not.


Last night and
this morning,
Rehoboth Beach.

Mr UD in the Surf.


Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.

Ten minutes ago.

UD Now Leaves for her Traditional Halloween at the Beach.

She will blog from there.

Stolen Lifeguard Stands and a Stolen Way of Life.

But both are slowly being recovered – the stands by the Coast Guard, and the way of life by wise citizens and a responsible local government.

It’s the same deal as in UD‘s beloved Garrett Park (type in 20896): Profiteers are always going to want to get rich off of prized locations, and the way you do it is by building immense houses and taking down the trees and the neighborhood. Rehoboth, like Garrett Park, is struggling to defend itself.

Les UDs now begin the trek back to Garrett Park.

Snapshots from Rehoboth


Today was a little overcast, so instead of
swimming in the Atlantic, UD and her
sister visited a lavender farm
in Milton Delaware.

The farm has a swing on which
UD sat, gazing at cornfields
across the way.



UD thanks her sister
for taking the pix.

July Fifth Fireworks Instablogging

It’s 8:30, and boats of all sorts are gathering at the shore across from the Star of the Sea apartments. Fishing boats, yachts, cruisers jammed with sightseers. Long lines of folding chairs have been set up along the beach for the big event.

There’s a breeze, the sky is clear, night’s coming on. So far so good.


Blue velvet sky, blue velvet sea. The waves press in, the lit-up ships list. Their engines throb as they inch closer. A helicopter circles. On the beach, glow sticks dance.


Officially dark now, and things should start happening soon. Though it’s already quite a spectacle – the crowds, the bright shining boats, the throbbing engines and the throbbing sea.


Whew. Ol’ UD‘s emotionally exhausted. The display started quietly, of course, with pleasant little golden streamers here and there. But it quickly began flaring out and up with tutti-frutti bursts all over the sky. Louder and louder rocket reports vibrated the air. The final red white and blue explosions were frenzied and beautiful and we all clapped and hooted.

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