Monday, June 18th
It’s cloudy and cold today on the Cape. We’ve done our walk to Belmont Beach and the poor little house I love so much is getting more and more dilapidated each time I see it. I’m letting it go,and its possible I no longer think a house is for me. I’ve become accustomed to communal living and think I’d be much happier in a condo. I’m not even sure that I want to retire to the Cape any more. This wonderful place saved me on so many occasions but I’m learning that coastal living has its disadvantages as well as its rewards. I wonder if the allure would all but disappear if I had to contend with the mold, the rust, the dampness, and the sudden shifts in temperature. I brought my camera this trip and it occurred to me that considering all the years I’ve been coming here there really isn’t anything new to photograph. That said, the girls are loving the back yard and they are so much fun to watch in full frolick mode.
We walked in yesterday to find beautiful new cushion covers on all the furniture, Oh God no. Needless to say they are covered with sheets because I’ll be damned if my girls will be the first to make a mess. I know like I know that dodging bullets while on vacation on the Cape is definitely not for me. Trudi ventured over for a minute and of course the girls forgot who she was and barked their heads off, but that wasn’t the real problem. Lina put three claw holes in the newly screened back door. Welcome to the Cape Jersey Girls…luckily Trudi is a dog person, she can cuddle up with Lina and just take it in stride. So much for I’ll be damned if my girls…
Tuesday, June 19th
Well it’s a banner day for my Lina. This is only the second day’s walk to the beach and she did NOT poop on the beach. My little girl is growing up…which perhaps can’t be said about her mother. Walking back from Belmont I lost my footing on the uneven pavement and went down like a ton. It’s like flying only I was going the wrong way. Scraped knees, elbows and road rashed palms. Quite the vision as Jeanette would say. The good news is that I discovered Neosporin with pain relief. It’s a miracle that the young mothers of today know about and nicely shared with a middle aged woman who found herself ass up on Belmont. The girls just cocked their heads to one side as if to say, what the hell Mom? Nothing broken, just stiff and looking like an eight year old again.
Didn’t stop me from going to the beach where it was much cooler that on Willow Street. True to form the weather has changed to warm over night. I started the Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. My dear Sandra knows exactly what to put in my path when I get stuck. I am loving this book and its concept.
Later in the evening I had drinks, catch up and lively conversation with the Cronin’s and retired to Willow Street for a very good night’s sleep.