Mr. Lemon was sort of imposed upon last weekend by the family crowd which gathered for Susan’s non-day (she stopped totalizing about 25 years ago). He got his revenge late Sunday night when he got something cornered and barked his usual incessant “I got him cornered.” I was in my sleeping shorts and put on my headlamp and shoes, then picked up my staff (an old ski pole). There I was, mogging around my half acre wilderness at 12:45 a.m. Luckily, it was quite warm and I was quite comfortable. I finally located Mr. Lemon, snapped on his lead, and we all went back to bed. He was quite loge while convalescing from his surgery, but is back to his usual activity level.
The Samuel Clyde is scheduled to come out of the water early next week and I am disappointed in that there is very little color in the trees for my last trip around the lake. Sue saw a large group of female mergansers that dropped in from somewhere. There have not been very many mergansers on the lake this summer.
Highlights from the students at State Street school:
Why do cannibals want to join the police force? So they can grill the suspects.
What gives a ghost the right to scare you? A haunting license.
Joseph Spalding is a long-time Skaneateles resident who enjoys sharing his observations about the Skaneateles lakeshore and community. He can be reached at 685-6937.