I Feel Good About My Neck

This post has absolutely nothing to do with Nora Ephron's entertaining book on "women thoughts."  No, it's about the Northern Neck of Virginia, the place to where I run away as often as possible. 

If you have been reading my blog for awhile, you may have read a post or two about particular days, evenings or various adventures at "the Neck."  On the other hand, if you have no clue where I'm referring to, let me introduce you to this little area of Virginia via this link.

We have spent the last two weekends at our little house on the Neck.  Last weekend was a special one because, not only was it Mother's Day, but we bought a new boat!  Please allow me to share some pictures.

The new boat, The Breakaweigh (you cyclists will
certainly understand the name):

The "sly" look of my son as he
unveils the Mother's Day gift (a Garmin GPS).  Also, he pulled the lovely flower from a vacant lot down the street, and gave it to his Mom :-)                     

Earlier in the day, the big doggie pictured, as well as his "dancing fool" sister, were bathed.  His sister, a border collie mix, loves to dance.  We have a large living room at the Neck house, so we dance.  Why not?  And when we do, the border collie always wants to be included. Isn't that weird??? 
"Well, Dad dances, too, and since he feeds me; it must be alright":

Then there's the sign at the little antique junk shop down the road:
                               Doesn't it make you want to stop by and see if they have vintage undies?

I'm going to stop here.  I had intended to post about both weekends, but there is enough here for one.  I'll save the rest for the next post and I will leave you with a few more pictures from the Neck that I love:
                                   

Comments

[Barbara]

I love all of the pictures! I am determined to get a new camera - maybe this weekend. All of your pictures really give the flavor of NNK.

[Rebecca]

OMG- I love the sign-reminds me of college when I helped a sign that said grass trimmers lose a "gr" and a "t." We never outgrow potty humor. Well some of ass, I mean,us.