This week a guest was so eager to get here that she forgot her swim suit, a first-time-ever event at Chez Sven. The incident got the gears going in my head. Since I'm not an iPhone-user, I sought help from my son Paul in composing this post:Forgot your bathing suit? There’s an app for that. Switch on your iPhone and download the handy-dandy Where's My Bathing Suit? app to find a convenient

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Fizzled. Non-starter. Lots of rain, some puffy gusts, then off it went, falling apart to the north. We never lost power, the chainsaws aren’t singing their september song, and now to resume our regularly scheduled late summer activities. Since alcohol and tropical depressions fit hand in glove, we sat on my cousin’s porch dressed like [...]

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It's the day after Hurricane Earl and it was down graded to a tropical storm by the time it hit Cape Cod, so all is well here. We got mostly rain and some high winds, but nothing that we're not used to. There wasn't even one branch on my lawn when I woke up today! (yay) Today is a bright beautiful summer's day- as if nothing had ever happened. The Northside Marina is busy with people rushing to put their boats back in the water because this is the last 'official' weekend of summer! I am happy...

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Update on Earl: So far, Earl has not knocked out the power. Earl has not even made the leaves quiver. No waves to speak of at the ocean. Just fog. My daughter tried to get us to leave the Cape, but we decided to stay, and it's a good thing we did. Above, two other souls who braved the storm. On the left, Elspeth Macdonald. In the center, her husband, Nick. And, to the right, my husband

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The ocean at Cahoon Hollow was deceptively calm yesterday evening. No sign whatsoever of what's to come. We’re about to have a hurricane. Anyone who remembers Hurricane Bob knows that hurricanes are not to be taken lightly. Evacuation of Cape Cod, the Friday of Labor Day? Not going to happen. In the early nineties, with Bob, we had no power for days. I contacted three of the four couples

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The yacht club dock was pulled on Friday morning — a big group effort marshaled by Conrad Geyser, the yacht club’s wharfinger. The grounds were cleared of any potential flying debris, the doors locked and the place put to bed until tomorrow when we’ll probably start returning the skiffs to the water for the final Labor Day [...]

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