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Saturday, August 18, 2018

Eager to Read, So Snapshots Again

We are going home Monday morning, have been here since Tuesday. Want to get Punch to 6 p.m. gymnastics team practice Monday eve.
Starting to feel sad about leaving. Life so different here. So much to do, such beauty and so much for free. Want to hit road by 10 a.m., so will have to get up early Monday and clean. Boo. I bought some nice Mrs. Meyer’s Spray to help me along--got at old freestanding Orleans Whole Food Store [since 1975; its name unrelated to grocery giant].

Started our morning w hourlong National Seashore Sharks & Seals walk along the ocean on Coast Guard Beach w park ranger Zac [at right, holding clipboard]. This is near the end, feet in water, contemplating. We got to hold a shark’s tooth and seal’s skull.

Pretty window box at cult favorite donut 🍩 place, Hole in One. Punch got a chocolate glazed cake donut and Nik, an eclair. They were out of the popular Boston Creme, but the eclair pastry was similar.
Nik and I made Gale Gand’s chocolate pots-de-creme w orange whipped cream from the Gale G. cookbook I bought Thursday in a Cape thrift shop. Punch was resting after earlyish beach walk.

We got to Great Pond near 5 p.m., sticky and hot, and cooled off nicely, until an impending thunderstorm chased us into the car.
Good night, sweet dreams.

2 comments:

  1. You do a great job with all the different light at the beach, thanks for the snaps.

    My mother worked Sat and Sun every other weekend her whole working life. Once a month we would drive about 45 minutes to see my maternal grandparents in Norwood, that was usually our family outing.

    A family friend invited us to Nantasket Beach one weekend, and that was a highlight of our collective summer memories with amusement park at night after beach during the day. A few times my dad took some of us to Walden pond to swim. My mother was afraid of the water, someone pushed her underwater when she was small and she never got over it. When we turned 8 and were old enough to walk there, we all took swim lessons at the Y, at her insistence But I have no childhood memories of my mom near water.

    Heading out to early Mass, kind of dreading hearing more about the PA priest crimes. Nauseating.
    Liz

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    1. I see, Liz! I love your life story! Wow, your mom and the water...and yet she had you all walk to Y for swim lessons! Awesome

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