Governor Patrick is expected to announce his support early this week for licensing three gambling casinos in Massachusetts. Given the state’s desperate financial situation, this probably is not a big surprise, especially since a powerful Democrat like Tom Menino already has made his support a matter of public record.
Earlier this month, the governor signed into law a bill, SB 63, that would give certain adoptees the right to obtain copies of their original birth certificates.
This bill is the result of ten years of hard work on the part of its sponsors. It is not a perfect bill, it is a compromise following Romney’s pocket veto last year of a less restrictive bill; adoptees born in the Commonwealth between July 17,1974 and January 1, 2008 still have to jump through the same hoops to get access to their real birth certificates as all of us did before.
Videogate
The local media have been in a turmoil this week about the New England Patriots’ unauthorized videotaping of defensive signals by the Jets coaches last weekend.
Sounds like sour grapes to me.
I know very little about Bill Belichick. I know he’s been the defensive coordinator or head coach for five Super Bowl wins and was semi-named as a correspondent in a divorce case.
These two pieces of data tell me the same thing: he’s someone with money and, thus, a target for those who have less.
Gardener’s Diary: Tomatoes
I’ve been picking tomatoes on a regular basis. Unfortunately, most of them have split, the result of too much watering.
I was prepared to throw all of these away, except that I was lucky enough to be in conversation today with a farmer, who advised me that the tomoatoes would be perfectly good in sauce.
I’ve never made sauce from fresh tomatoes, and all the recipes in my old edition of “Joy of Cooking” call for canned tomatoes or paste. So, I improvised, and the sauce actually turned out pretty well.
Alien Nation
http://buysound.solo.net/Alien%20Nation%30TV/01_PrologueM.mp3
The theme song’s Tenctonese “lyrics” are supposedly the backwards sounds of lyricist Kenneth Johnson’s wife’s maiden name, “Susan (“Na SUS!”) Appleton”.
Gardener’s Diary
Worked well on the deck this summer: salvia, marigolds, small zinnias, morning glories, nasturtium, portulaca, petunias, New Guinea impatiens.
First Tomatoes
Picked the first of the tomatoes yesterday.
Labor Day
We are told that the American worker is the most productive in the world, meaning we create more wealth per time card than anyone else, including the much-vaunted workforces of Asia.
This worker is under orders to rest and rejuvenate. It’s been a busy summer at the office, and more often than not, I’ve left work feeling like my head was encased in cement.
The perfect weather we’ve had this weekend was a spectacular blessing and I’ve taken full advantage of it, with a day at Falmouth’s splendid Pops Goes the Summer and then a quick trip to the Vineyard with my grandson, Bob.
We took the new ferry back, which turned out to be the main point of the outing for Bob, who decided he’d rather attend my neighbor’s pool party than tour the island.
Bob is nostalgic about the end of summer and as he said, a half-way point in his childhood: he enters grade 7 tomorrow. I admit to being teary-eyed myself this morning, remembering the sublime moment when the Cape Cod Symphony played that perfect composition for a summer evening, the Leroy Anderson piece “Serenata”.
There are so many challenges that come with living in this area: high prices, less than stellar public schools, the annual influx of tourists and second home owners and an underlying malaise that stems from a lack of professional opportunities, that the end of summer has a particular sadness.
While many Cape Codders look forward to “getting back to normal”, I always feel deep down that when Labor Day comes, we also lose something magical. The gardens, so beautiful in June in July, are gone by. The fairs, outdoor art shows, concerts and fireworks are memories. Fall is advertised as the best time on the Cape, and in some ways, that’s true, but there’s no question that the pace slows down and the mood changes.
This was not an especially busy summer, but here’s the annual recap: besides this weekend’s events, I did fit in the annual July Fourth cookout in Wareham, the Cape Verdean festival at Onset Beach, several trips with the kids to the county fair, the Provincetown and Woods Hole film fests, a visit to the first air show at the base since 2001, a major family reunion, a minor college reunion and several fireworks displays.
Air Show
Got to the air show yesterday, but the Thunderbirds demonstration was canceled due to cloud cover. I got to sit in the Pratt & Whitney pavilion at the flight line, which was a mercy considering the heat.
It was easy getting in, and hard to get out, but while I was there, I did enjoy seeing the many airplanes on display and picked up some info on the U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary.
The next air show is in 2009. Maybe Nature will cooperate then.
Earlier in the day, the young folks who are visiting across the street planted a decent-looking mountain laurel – salvaged by a landscaper friend from a job – where the rhodie used to be. Rather than pay $8 a bag for mulch, I picked up half a yard for $20, so the front of the house looks a bit more cleaned up.
The Good and the Bad
Woke up this morning to find that I’d left the freezer door ajar last night.
Hamburger and veggies for everyone today.
A Nice Summer Day
Summer is almost over, Labor Day weekend is less than 2 weeks away.
Emme and James slept in this morning, they stayed over last night after a very full late afternoon/evening of outdoor activities.
They told me they decided earlier in the week to try to patch up the differences that have been driving their parents and older brother nuts all summer.
Two grandchildren are a lot easier to manage than three, and Emme and James love to be outside, which makes a big difference.
It’s been humid and hard to sleep, but we got drier air on Friday night, and yesterday it was warm enough for the kids to swim in my neighbor’s pool.
We had supper on the deck, made bright and cheerful by the colorful beach towels hanging on the railings, the open patio umbrella and the flower boxes. Although we’re nearly at the end, it finally felt like summer, the way it’s supposed to be.