home and away, pictures mostly
It definitely feels fallish outside.
I could be wrong. It could be 90 next week, but there's a hint in the air that cold will follow, not heat.
Lists were made.
Shopping was done.
Things were packed.
Yes, we did bring tools. Don't you bring tools to a vacation rental home?
(You do if you've heard the screen in the front door is torn.)
We got some iced coffee for the monkey and headed out.
5 short (ha) hours later, we'd made it...and, people, it was a good one.
(In fact, it took a couple of days before I remembered that the previous rental home we stayed in was burgled!)
You've gotta love a house with a name. Well, that and a collection. This house was full of birds.
(Found in the dresser in our room.) (eep!)
Day one: our hostess's birthday.
We took her to Mac's for dinner and I HAD MY FIRST OYSTERS. EVER.
I know, I know! You're thinking: but bb, you go to the Cape every freaking year and you've never had oysters?
Nope.
No.
But there we were, standing on that shell driveway with a big ole plate of them in front of us.
And I was watching D and K put a little drop of this and a tiny dab of that on them, and I guess it was peer pressure or the power of suggestion, or something, but the next thing I knew I was slurping a couple down.
I loved them. They tasted like eating the ocean.
Of course, if you're going to eat oysters you might want to start in Wellfleet.
Just saying.
The week hummed along quietly from there.
More friends arrived. Desserts were concocted. More oysters were eaten.
Occasionally, the monkey would check his mail.
Works of art were appreciated.
Trips to the beach were taken. (Seals were spotted.)
Many meals were eaten in good company, with good wine.
(My favorite sign, on the way back from the beach.)
The weather got a bit darker and colder and there was a storm.
But we had blankets and fire...
and found ice cream elsewhere.
We had a wonderful time.
I could be wrong. It could be 90 next week, but there's a hint in the air that cold will follow, not heat.
Lists were made.
Shopping was done.
Things were packed.
Yes, we did bring tools. Don't you bring tools to a vacation rental home?
(You do if you've heard the screen in the front door is torn.)
We got some iced coffee for the monkey and headed out.
5 short (ha) hours later, we'd made it...and, people, it was a good one.
(In fact, it took a couple of days before I remembered that the previous rental home we stayed in was burgled!)
You've gotta love a house with a name. Well, that and a collection. This house was full of birds.
(Found in the dresser in our room.) (eep!)
Day one: our hostess's birthday.
We took her to Mac's for dinner and I HAD MY FIRST OYSTERS. EVER.
I know, I know! You're thinking: but bb, you go to the Cape every freaking year and you've never had oysters?
Nope.
No.
But there we were, standing on that shell driveway with a big ole plate of them in front of us.
And I was watching D and K put a little drop of this and a tiny dab of that on them, and I guess it was peer pressure or the power of suggestion, or something, but the next thing I knew I was slurping a couple down.
I loved them. They tasted like eating the ocean.
Of course, if you're going to eat oysters you might want to start in Wellfleet.
Just saying.
The week hummed along quietly from there.
More friends arrived. Desserts were concocted. More oysters were eaten.
Occasionally, the monkey would check his mail.
Works of art were appreciated.
Trips to the beach were taken. (Seals were spotted.)
Many meals were eaten in good company, with good wine.
(My favorite sign, on the way back from the beach.)
The weather got a bit darker and colder and there was a storm.
But we had blankets and fire...
and found ice cream elsewhere.
We had a wonderful time.
Comments
and congrats on the oyster!
jbhat
Now you gotta try a Hooters Shooter! When you're in a land locked area and fresh oysters are dubious they do indeed, as you put it, taste like the ocean.
But I don't like oysters.