Just a Jot and Then off to Chatham to See Bob

Framed painting over the mantel in Capt. James Cook room in the old Mansion at Ocean Edge.

Maritime tile detail in the fireplace surround. Oh, the lucky person who had this as his private bedroom in olden days!

This has to be far fewer keystrokes than I would like, because our dear family friend, Bob Bremner [I've blogged often about Rite and Bob] is in assisted living in Chatham and I want to dash and see him before we leave this Cape Cod resort by 1 for our journey home.

After 65 years of marriage, Rite [Marguerite] died at age 93 in October, leaving her Bob behind. They were sharing a room in assisted living in Chatham when I saw them last year. They introduced me and my family to so much of the Cape, from quahogging to nature walks and church chowder suppers. In fact, the first cottage I ever stayed in here, when I was 4, belonged to Rite and Bob. My parents had rented it for a week.

Have to resort to bullets. So much on my mind:

• As I wrote, our Ocean Edge villa was an upgrade. The one I could afford was on the other side of the highway, not near the ocean. If I'm not mistaken, the Presidential Bay Collection villa we are in would cost $1688 for two nights next weekend. [I did a rate search.] It is lovely and very large. I wanted to clarify that, bc the $215 per night one was not like this. I don't have that kind of money to spend for two nights but if you do, I'm not exactly sure what your standards are. I wouldn't be qualified to judge that. But Andrew, the very nice young concierge, told me that the one I had booked is a favorite with families because they can sleep 4 [two on the pullout sofa] and have kitchenettes to save money on eating out. Our pricier beachside one would also sleep at least 6; two spacious private bedrooms plus pullout sofa; so a few couples could share the price.
• Loved: Bulgari toiletries, sleek cooktop, Cuisinart wine chiller, remote for villa temp control, screened windows all over to let breeze in, impeccable bed linens, lovely furniture, flat-screen TVs, proximity to private beach path!
• She Sells is the store, across the road from Mansion. Bought really pretty coral halter tankini top to wear with black bottom I have. Also: Little sea salt candle jars, one each for me, Figgy and Boaty, to remember our trip.
• The time with Figgy has been good. We have lost our way as mother and daughter. We have found the start of a new path again.
• We drove by Wonderstrand Way. H. had suggested that we stop there so Fig could hug "Her tree" that she has loved since she was little. And so we did. Have to write all about our day yesterday.

Hate to say it but have to sign off. Plan to write more as soon as I can.

I feel a bit like Jessica Fletcher ["Murder, She Wrote"] here in this old mansion, snooping around with my notebook and pen to see treasures like those pictured above.

With love and thanks for reading my posts from the Cape,

Alice