The library here on Samoset Road, right near the bike path, closes at four today....have to squeeze in some work...sitting at worn wooden table, paintings on walls....one of ships in ocean; one, in ornate gold frame, of somber-looking young blonde girl named Maud Burgess [1879-1899--so sad she died @ age 20].
I'm working, but I know the calming ponds are right outside. I know my hot pink Lilly laptop case and tote are right beside me. I know Figgy and Charlotte are biking around and so is H. I know our friends from home are here, roaming the Cape, the ponds, the paths. I like this hot pink and white Mahi Gold Castaway Tank I bought yesterday at Island Pursuit on Main Street in Chatham. I know we're roasting hotdogs and marshmallows at our campfire on Coast Guard Beach this evening. I know I loved my lobster roll last night. So I can squeeze in a little discipline.
Working makes me feel more grounded, less like a ship without a mooring. I realize that I really do like to buckle down and write and be in control of my life--instead of letting my life aimlessly control me--and that I should probably set up shop for a while back home at the Montclair Public Libary, so I have fewer distractions [such as pruning the rosebush, making banana bread, doing laundry, etc. etc.] Sounds like a plan.
Hope you're having a good Friday.
TCOY
I'm working, but I know the calming ponds are right outside. I know my hot pink Lilly laptop case and tote are right beside me. I know Figgy and Charlotte are biking around and so is H. I know our friends from home are here, roaming the Cape, the ponds, the paths. I like this hot pink and white Mahi Gold Castaway Tank I bought yesterday at Island Pursuit on Main Street in Chatham. I know we're roasting hotdogs and marshmallows at our campfire on Coast Guard Beach this evening. I know I loved my lobster roll last night. So I can squeeze in a little discipline.
Working makes me feel more grounded, less like a ship without a mooring. I realize that I really do like to buckle down and write and be in control of my life--instead of letting my life aimlessly control me--and that I should probably set up shop for a while back home at the Montclair Public Libary, so I have fewer distractions [such as pruning the rosebush, making banana bread, doing laundry, etc. etc.] Sounds like a plan.
Hope you're having a good Friday.
TCOY
- Biked to Nauset Light Beach with Charlotte's mom this morning. Walked along ocean, too. Up by lookout, saw salt spray rosebushes heavy with flowers and fruit--I think they're beach plums. They've always said "Cape Cod" to me, though H. did plant a bush in our New Jersey backyard. I'm glad he did, but somehow it looks much scruffier and out of place when it's not leaning toward the ocean.
- Ice water.
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Hi Alice. I always look forward to reading your wonderful descriptions of images on Cape Cod... so nautical, so unique to a place that I have been to only a few times in childhood but I still remember snippets and glimpses. Our families vacationed there together at least once that I can remember. You were very young. Sis and I were in a kind of hippie phase. I think that I dressed kind of silly, but not Sis, though. Take care, have a continued great time. Love, Linda
ReplyDeleteHi Lin...yes, I remember a summer when we were all together on the Cape, and the men rented a boat to fish.....that must have been fun for the two brothers to be together......you and Sis were proably off being cool teens....although maybe you let me trail you sometimes....you probably couldn't escape me...love al
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