It feels nice to be back. H. carved a fat pumpkin with Figgy and Punch yesterday, and it was glowing on the stoop when I arrived. He strung tiny orange lights in the dining room, and had dinner waiting--a ready-roasted chicken, baby carrots and mashed potatoes.
It's different to travel with Sis. She's organized, on time. H. and I tend to fly by the seat of our pants. We have sometimes returned home from Maine or the Cape at 1 A.M. or later. One summer Sunday, we left Great Pond with Figgy at 8 P.M. to face a six-hour drive. Crazy, but we three wanted to take one last dip. With Sis, I was back shortly after 8 P.M. It felt civilized.
Here's hoping that the big breath of fresh Cape air will see me through a very productive week. I can't tell you I liked pulling away and seeing Coast Guard Beach and the Hot Chocolate Sparrow in my rearview mirror. But I am very grateful that I got to see them again.
Good night.
TCOY
It's different to travel with Sis. She's organized, on time. H. and I tend to fly by the seat of our pants. We have sometimes returned home from Maine or the Cape at 1 A.M. or later. One summer Sunday, we left Great Pond with Figgy at 8 P.M. to face a six-hour drive. Crazy, but we three wanted to take one last dip. With Sis, I was back shortly after 8 P.M. It felt civilized.
Here's hoping that the big breath of fresh Cape air will see me through a very productive week. I can't tell you I liked pulling away and seeing Coast Guard Beach and the Hot Chocolate Sparrow in my rearview mirror. But I am very grateful that I got to see them again.
Good night.
TCOY
- Shared laughs with my sister.
- Short walk on the beach but enough to drink in the view.
- Popped into North Eastham Post Office for two postcard stamps and loved being there on a Monday, a workday, when regular, year-round residents were picking up their mail and exchanging greetings. Me and the old salts.
- Corned beef reuben on marble rye from Sam's Deli. Sis told me to skip the bag of chips, and I did. She's worried about my health.
- Music and singing in car.
Ah yes, the workday magic. I remember as a kid, the rare day being home from school and getting that peek at another world. I still love it. One of the things I treasure about working at home, when I remember to appreciate it. But being in Bellport during the winter on a workday, all those feelings come back.
ReplyDeleteKim, from the way you and Nan describe it, Bellport sounds so lovely!
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