And So It Goes

 

We left in mid-afternoon, after a morning of off-roading with the dogs. They were delirious with the freedom and adventure, looking back at us over and over as they ran down the sand road that plowed through the dunes and came out onto the wide outer beach. Heading straight for the water, they both flew in and let a wave roll over them before they remembered that, although Labrador Retrievers, they don't do water, and emerged with clam shells in their mouth. Later, we made bacon and eggs on the beach with The Princess and The Fiance.

Coming home is always a crash. The grueling ride off Cape, and yesterday, the added surprise of the locals waving good bye at all the overpasses - a genuine thank you for spending our money there or a virtual finger at us as we left them to the quiet and beauty of the autumn Cape? A little of both, The Princess decided.

Tuesday masqueraded as Monday, making picking dates a mass of confusion for all. Of course, I overslept, being awakened all night with what I thought was a dog with digestive issues, only to discover at 2:30 a.m., after none of the dogs expressed any interest in going out, that what I was smelling in my sleep was the bag of Organic French Roast that I'd brought home and unpacked onto my dresser. Makes my addiction to coffee lessen somewhat with the realization that a certain aroma of dog flatulence shares some aromatic molecules with coffee brewing.....

Some form of summer defiance had me wearing flat sandals, ankle pants, and a short sleeved blazer as I walked to the courthouse. A baseball cap was my only concession to the 59 degrees and pouring rain.

 

 

 

The sun will return, I know it.