Mustang

Who uses it: The U.S. Navy
What it means: A commissioned officer promoted from the ranks of enlisted men, without an interruption in active duty. Read more here.
How you can use it: To describe someone who's on their way up.

In Freeport this morning, about to head off to Crescent Beach for the day. Dizzy doesn't get to go; he has to stay here at the Lechners', with their new dog, Blueberry. Blueberry is a six-year-old border collie mix Jen brought back from Wyoming, and an incredibly sweet-natured dog. She and Dizzy are already good friends, which makes life easier for all of us.

Today's the longest day of the year, and as Jen pointed out the other day, Maine's summer is already almost one-third over. "You gotta take advantage of it while it lasts," she said. "You can work your ass off in February."

So I'm giving myself the day off. See you tomorrow.

First five songs off the iPod Shuffle this morning:

“Caligula,” Macy Gray. I never got tired of this album (On How Life Is).

“State Trooper,” Steve Wynn. A great, grim cover of one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs. (Nebraska was one of the CDs that got stolen in Montreal, and I still haven't replaced it -- grr.)

“Where Do They Make Balloons?” They Might Be Giants. Funny and cheerful, not just for kids.

“In the Middle, In the Middle, In the Middle,” They Might Be Giants. The shuffle does this sometimes, and I don't know why -- gives me not only two songs in a row from the same artist, but two off the same album. All the same, this song does its best to remedy the critical shortage of music that warns against jaywalking. And we all know how I feel about jaywalking.

“For the Good Times,” Al Green. Ack! Too depressing for a sunny day. Next...