just a fork

There’s a reason why this fork is amusing to me.  It’s not mine.  When I was unpacking from this year’s Vineyard vacation, I discovered I had “stolen” it from the rental house.  Now I need to remember to bring it back next year.
(Last year, Roz went home with a washcloth. So it’s not just me.)

steady red

Because Doug is Doug, he rigged up the light on top of our garage to forecast the weather, like the light on top of the John Hancock building in Boston. Tonight it’s steady red. And for those who can’t remember what the lights mean:
Steady blue, clear view.
Flashing blue, clouds due.
Steady red, rain ahead.
Flashing red, snow instead.