Couldn't blog last night. H. and Fig arrived with the car at midnight in a downpour. I wasn't about to drive over to the scoop shop parking lot to get a WiFi signal then. Maybe if it was a clear, starry night....
This morning I drove Route 6 West, swung around the rotary in Orleans, and landed at 11 A.M. Mass at St. Joan of Arc. Signs that I was at Mass on the Cape, not in Montclair:
This morning I drove Route 6 West, swung around the rotary in Orleans, and landed at 11 A.M. Mass at St. Joan of Arc. Signs that I was at Mass on the Cape, not in Montclair:
- Fat purple, pink and blue hydrangeas growing outside the entrance--in that healthy way they can only up here.
- Big, simple bouquet of them on the altar--not fussy refrigerated florist flowers.
- Oceany/sea-foamy-blue walls, carpet--and even the upholstery in pews.
- Lots of seagoing striped shirts--navy, pink, red.
- The reading was about the loaves and fishes. How beachy is that? Perfect timing.
- Some classic "Nantucket red" shorts and skirts.
- Pretty Lilly Pulitzer skorts and tops [after all, Jackie Kennedy helped make Lilly famous, and we all know the Kennedy Compound is right in Hyannis]. I spotted a perfect pink shirt on a woman a couple of pews up.
- Dads wearing shorts, moms with blond-streaked ponytails.
- Heel of my Talbots-on-sale blue shoe sunk into sandy soil in the overflow parking lot.
- Big gridlock after church....the influx of Catholics on the Cape backs up these narrow roads on Sunday mornings. Here's to the power of prayer--and beauty.
- Lots of water.
- Lots of reading.
- Tracking my spending. So easy to waste too much $$$ on vacation.
- Just bought turkey and Swiss at the Village Green general store, so I can go home and make a sandwich on whole wheat.
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