We're back. The car is emptied - except for all the sand, which I'm sure even after a good vacuuming will still travel around with me for some time to come. The washer is on its 4th or 5th load and the cat is recovering from a week of loneliness and neglect (in spite of the kind people who came to feed him and visit two times each day).
So now like children counting down
the days to a birthday, we'll mark our
calendar with the number of days left
before we return to our shady lane on
Cape Cod next summer.
Our too-short week was filled with all the things we look forward to
time on the beach,
especially special when with the grandkids,
some much-needed exercise on the Rail Trail
a birthday dinner, and sitting around with family as evening moves in.
We also surprised ourselves with unplanned events:
A twilight steel drum concert. Magical.
A rainy day trip to Woods Hole in Falmouth where the winds reached 28 mph. My hat was practically screwed to my head and still had to be chased across the street.
An art show by some of the local talent.
Coming across some kite flyers on our favorite beach one evening.
And looking for that perfect picture for my fella - our resident artist - to paint.
Here's my choice.