Hypocrite

I didn't make it to Mass in Orleans today, though my heart was in the right place.....and I'm a hypocrite, anyway, yelling at Fig and Charlotte last night and what then? Going to church and shaking hands with strangers and saying Peace be with you as though I am a sunny person?

I can be so cranky. Sometimes, I have reason to be. Sometimes, I'm a petulant child. Sometimes, I'm impatient. I think I need some cotton-candy-colored happy pills, full of sunrises and baby kisses and warm milk and magic. Or maybe just some more nature walking.

Laptop about to run out of juice. Also, power went out in half of house; electrician coming tomorrow morning. Good night to you.

TCOY

1. Went to the lookout by Highland Light in Truro with H. Site of first lighthouse on Cape Cod. Stunning, sweeping view. I remember driving to that lighthouse in 1996 with Dad and baby Fig--at the time, workers were moving it back from the eroding cliff.
2. Breathed in Great Pond breeze, took short walk there to retrieve hot-pink inner tube that got away from Figgy and Charlotte and washed ashore to the far end.
3. Made dinner, with fresh asparagus from the Eastham Superette, the same store where my parents shopped when we rented a cottage in the 1960s.