Wellfleet
The days roll into each other effortlessly.
We go to the beach, we eat great food (in some restaurants this year!) and go to bed tired from walking and climbing and, uh, eating.
K and I took Youngest to Great Island for low tide one day at 6:30 in the morning.
Youngest seems old this year. It could be the new haircut - it could be being 15, but he's definitely older. He's fun to be with too, unless he's sulky...well, maybe not sulky - maybe petulant. Anyway, he's good company.
So we took him to Great Island and he skimmed.
(I don't know what he's doing in this photo, not skimming.)
Or, we walk into town with him for coffee....
look! Someone has borrowed K's favorite car and taken it to Wellfleet for coffee!
What's my favorite thing I hear you asking?
This print. Maybe not my favorite thing in the whole world, but I luff it.
Youngest?
Likes this pig.
So, the other day, we arrived en masse at the beach. There's nine of us. We huff and groan and help the grandmas get down the dunes and look to set up camp. We find a spot we like and begin dropping stuff and unfolding chairs and planting umbrellas and did not realize that we were very close to another family's camp.
THE GORGEOUS FAMILY.
Suddenly, Patriarch Gorgeous springs from his chair to collect some of their things - a stray pair of shoes, a shirt...so that we have more room. I didn't want to impose and was going to have our group move a little but he was cheerful and insistent.
AND GOOD LOOKING.
And it wasn't just him, as you can see in the background of that picture of Patriarch Gorgeous, they were EACH handsome.
Good hat too, don't you think?
I really should have taken pictures of all of them - but he was sitting right behind K, who was also wearing a white shirt on the beach, and so I was DISTRACTED, because I go weak in the knees for a white shirt on the beach.
Matriarch Gorgeous was spot on too. The hat, the shirt, and she had that perfect hair...a bit of curl, some soft blond, I'm telling you, the whole family was very attractive.
It was about 60 degrees and getting cloudy that day. Windy too. We left shortly after the Gorgeous Clan packed up.
There's only one thing to do when you are too cold on the beach; go home and eat.
Which brings me to this, as we went home and had freshly baked cookies:
Pictured above are three large flattened tin cans. They were in the oven, on the lower rack. If I can think of a prize, I'll give one to the person with the best comment on why they think the previous tenant had those cans in the oven.
We go to the beach, we eat great food (in some restaurants this year!) and go to bed tired from walking and climbing and, uh, eating.
K and I took Youngest to Great Island for low tide one day at 6:30 in the morning.
Youngest seems old this year. It could be the new haircut - it could be being 15, but he's definitely older. He's fun to be with too, unless he's sulky...well, maybe not sulky - maybe petulant. Anyway, he's good company.
So we took him to Great Island and he skimmed.
(I don't know what he's doing in this photo, not skimming.)
Or, we walk into town with him for coffee....
look! Someone has borrowed K's favorite car and taken it to Wellfleet for coffee!
What's my favorite thing I hear you asking?
This print. Maybe not my favorite thing in the whole world, but I luff it.
Youngest?
Likes this pig.
So, the other day, we arrived en masse at the beach. There's nine of us. We huff and groan and help the grandmas get down the dunes and look to set up camp. We find a spot we like and begin dropping stuff and unfolding chairs and planting umbrellas and did not realize that we were very close to another family's camp.
THE GORGEOUS FAMILY.
Suddenly, Patriarch Gorgeous springs from his chair to collect some of their things - a stray pair of shoes, a shirt...so that we have more room. I didn't want to impose and was going to have our group move a little but he was cheerful and insistent.
AND GOOD LOOKING.
And it wasn't just him, as you can see in the background of that picture of Patriarch Gorgeous, they were EACH handsome.
Good hat too, don't you think?
I really should have taken pictures of all of them - but he was sitting right behind K, who was also wearing a white shirt on the beach, and so I was DISTRACTED, because I go weak in the knees for a white shirt on the beach.
Matriarch Gorgeous was spot on too. The hat, the shirt, and she had that perfect hair...a bit of curl, some soft blond, I'm telling you, the whole family was very attractive.
It was about 60 degrees and getting cloudy that day. Windy too. We left shortly after the Gorgeous Clan packed up.
There's only one thing to do when you are too cold on the beach; go home and eat.
Which brings me to this, as we went home and had freshly baked cookies:
Pictured above are three large flattened tin cans. They were in the oven, on the lower rack. If I can think of a prize, I'll give one to the person with the best comment on why they think the previous tenant had those cans in the oven.
Comments
kayare
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btw, I would be very disturbed if someone were to take pics of me at the beach!
And you recycled them, right? That makes YOU the recycling fairy.
the world is so much simpler than we try to make it!
Or something like that.
Sounds like a good vacation. I wish it was warmer and sunnier for you.
My mind is still boggling at the 60 degrees and the beach thing. The beaches I visit in the summer on the Gulf Coast, temperatures are ... hot, very hot, all day.
Love Youngest's haircut. Very sharp. I'm thinking I'd like to set him up with my older girl in about 10 years. There's only a 4 year age difference...
I'm in love with Wellfleet, and I haven't even met it in person. Thanks for taking us along.
jbhat
I am so pleased that you considered your beach neighbor matriarch gorgeous and handsome, because to my eye she appears to be a Woman of Substance (as opposed to an anorexic b!tch). I happen to be a WoS myself, and it does my heart good to know that that fact does not necessarily preclude one from being considered gorgeous and handsome.
As for the cans, to me it seems obvious that the prior tenants suffer from iron-poor blood and are trying to remedy it.(Also, that they aren't very smart about curing the condition.)
Years ago when we rented a cottage, the prior tenants left half a bottle of Absolut in the freezer AND CALLED TO SAY THEY WERE COMING BACK FOR IT.
Of course, there was a lot less in the bottle when they arrived...
Paola
Paola
Oh and K, that would be my most favourite car as well.
If it's an electric oven - absolutely no idea.
ErinH
The tins.. ah. Looks like a really, really bad attempt at making an ersatz pair of flip flops gone horribly wrong. In the oven because the drunk who tried to make them didn't want to explain why he made three and under the bathroom sink he was already hiding his collection of conch shells with conchs still stubbornly, stinkily attached.
(That last bit? Ex-roommate did it. Kid you not. She also put liquid dish soap in the dishwasher. She provided much hilarity and head slaps for the college vacation. Maybe this is WHY I don't take vacations anymore?)