USA – the EAST

…and a couple of joggers stopped and about tore the camera out of my hands to take this picture. ‘Oh this is just purrfect’ they cried.

This is my least favorite hair, all helmet, no curl. Oh well.

Those Flags of America are big, and everywhere. You’d think it was July 4th. But it’s not and they are telling us something here on Old Cape Cod.

You’ll notice from the map that Cape Cod is laced with these waterways, inlets, lagoons, marshes, and plenty of other vocabulary that hasn’t come right to mind.

Almost all waterfront, of which there are many more miles than miles of road, is, unlike in my own California home-sweet-home, private.

Even the beaches are private. If you don’t have beach property you are funneled into some very isolated spots and contained from roaming out of bounds by ropes and buoys.

We walked down here from our place, which was nice but h.o.t. and once here as you can see there is no shade. Hot sun and no shade means turn-around time for me!

This afternoon I took Elizabeth for her first time ever pedicure. It was a belated party for her 60th birthday since I couldn’t make the real festivo. We sat in massage chairs and read trashy magazines. It is so cool that even at Sixty Years Old you can still be delighted by something new. Happy Birthday Elizabeth!

Then for dinner we went to Betsy’s Diner. The sign says Eat Heavy and it speaks for itself.

July 31

The daytime: enjoy a cup of coffee and cereal, read the NY Times and the Boston Globe, take a nice walk, swim in the lake, eat a yummy hot dog, shower, read, listen to my French lessons.

The evening: tidy up, do The Dinner, visit, mess around with my computer, sleep. Here’s Elizabeth and Lila The Dog and another color of sunset..

July 30

At one of the roadside stands. This momma’s got a lotta little babies. What is she thinking?

We haven’t had an orange sunset since nights 2 and 3 and here we are at night 9. This is lovely though, calm, in colors that are meant to soothe the soul.

Lila is one of those girl-dogs that Worships her people. And her people are the people who happen to be around. LoveMeLoveMeLoveMe.

July 29

Oh man I just looove this lake where we swim every day. Today I was the first one to leave a towel. Good thing Elizabeth bought those $2 towels at the Christmas Tree Store a few days ago.

…and that’s the shower! It is quite glorious to stand under the as-hot-as-you-want-it water with the wet warm breeze pouring through the slats in the shower stall. Ahhh!

Why do I always choose these goofy looking pictures of myself? Because they all turn out goofy? Because I am goofy? I can’t think of another better explanation.

This is the one tiny bathroom with a little claw foot tub, a little sink, and a little toilet…

Lila My Lady, having now laid claim to the once forbidden couch she is hence the Queen of the couch.

Here’s the neighborhood stop ‘n shop a few blocks from the place we are staying. It’s a pretend country store.

It’s really a hip and trendy mini-Whole Foods. Les says it’s a mini-Gelson’s which is more correct (expensive and ‘high-end’ rather than expensive and ‘natural’) but Gelson’s I’m afraid has seen it’s day in the face of the Whole Foods onslaught.

July 28

This scene was right outside our front door. It’s so East Coast. Canadian geese in flight – coming or going, what do we Californians know.

I could watch Winged Migration again. It was excellent.

There is much less pretend at this guy’s stand.

There are malls and supermarkets around but also you can get great fresh food at produce places like this, from fish markets, and bakeries.

Yummy! Corn is also warm off the stalk. Yummy!

Les just having swum Three times back and forth across the lake. It’s about a mile and he did it in 57 minutes of continuous swimming. That’s amazing!

And he’s off! It’s a whole civilization out here with just the kids to manage themselves taking turns, retrieving the rope for the littler ones, not getting killed. I could hardly believe it – no parents around. How cool.

I realize the contradiction since I was in fact there, but just for a few minutes, ok, and there was plenty of ‘take My picture!’ He did that twisty face the camera move just for the shot!

The boys ogling the girl. Of course.

I went around back to the kick-off point. The kids can climb on a make-shift platform or up on this tree. You can see the rope in his hands.

July 27

I’m simply mad for this lake where we swim every day. In the lower right quadrant you can see the break in the trees where a kid is swinging out on a rope ready to make a happy crash into the water.

July 26

New activities include bike riding on the marvelous bike path that leads to a little harbor town where the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute resides as well as a National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration facility.

The path leads through these conservation lands, opens onto bay views, and then goes into the town of Woods Hole.

Local theater. What fun. The College Light Opera Company is a repertory group that sets up each summer here on Cape Cod. We saw The Mikado and next week we get to see something else. Never a dull moment!

July 25

Les goes out shopping every day to acquire fresh food for our sumptuous meals. These guys are called stuffed quahogs and every fish market has their own personal offering.

Here’s a recipe off the web that looks about right for my favorite kind that includes Portuguese sausage. The recipe doesn’t mention the requisite glass of chilled rose. (A stuffed quahog tastes mostly like Thanksgiving – clam dressing without the turkey.)

1/2 lb. linguica
Portuguese bread
1 onion (some recipes use celery and peppers too)
2 c. shucked quahogs
ketchup (not usually mentioned!)
1/2 tsp salt & pepper
1/4 tsp red pepper & allspice

Soak bread in water. Dice and saute onion and quahogs. Drain bread, add to sauteed ingredients with spices and ketchup. Simmer until moist. Cool and stuff between quahog shells. Tie with string and bake 1 hour at 350.

I’m pretty sure we’re right around the ‘x’, on Buzzards Bay, and you can see why we’re getting sunsets over the water. Notice how the whole cape is laced with inlets making water front homes of all description.

July 24

Here’s another day, just like the other day. Walking, swimming, enjoying meals, reading, playing with the dog, chatting, doing the occasional chore.

This shot is from the road looking to the back of the place where we are staying. There are these fingers of water all along the coast.

Elizabeth in the glory that is Cape Cod.

Sunset from our veranda. The first night the clouds were so thick sunset passed without my noticing but last night and tonight were bonk-o sunsets. And we’ve got 11 more to go!

The life guards. Nice summer gig if you can get it!

Les swam across the lake and back twice. I was majorly impressed. I swam out to the middle and back and thought I had gone far!

It was a cool-ish grey day, lovely given the previous heat waves, and the water temperature was the same as the air. It was clean and fresh and utterly sublime.

July 23

I woke up this morning about 9:30 to find coffee ready and breakfast and the NY Times procured. All I had to do was nothing.

Then we drove for a few miles down the road and walked a bit on this path to come to an amazing swimming lake.

That’s our place, in the middle. The dock belongs to the house on the left but we think no one is in residence right now…

This is the dock belonging to the guy on the right. I met him – nice guy – and I visited with another nice guy at the lake, and met a set of neighbors out for a walk. It seems a most neighborly neighborhood, despite that the house we are staying in is always occupied by short term renters.

It was grey and cool all day and if cool means grey I’ll not complain.

…and this is the house next to the one on the left. Makes you want to sing that song about Old Cape Cod!

Meet Lila My Lady. This is Les and Elizabeth’s dog and I’ve been waiting for a decent photo to introduce her. She is such a lovely dog, so sweet and well behaved, and she loooves to play ball.

This color is 100% true. Grey grey grey and than sunset comes, the clouds thin and part and BAM, this. For about 30 minutes the shades change until…

…this. Wow. If you are the least like me your poor brain has been running cycles trying to find the words to that song, so, here they are:

If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Church bells chimin’ on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born
If you spend an evening you’ll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you spend an evening you’ll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Elizabeth and David won’t be coming until tomorrow because David had another performance, the cast party, and the not to be missed co-ed sleepover hosted by the play’s coordinating parents.

I am standing now in the living room of the Cape Cod Beach House looking out through the screen door to the veranda and the glassed dining corner. The bbq is to the left. The house is a total rustic charmer almost entirely as it was when it was built in 1904.

July 22

We spent most of the day in Lexington doing chores and getting ready to go. It surprisingly doesn’t take long at all to get here, just to get out of the house!

A part of the living room and dining room. We arrived past 7 pm with light for another hour. We unpacked and put everything away, Les cooked.

We enjoyed a bottle from Les’s yummy collection, as we will again I’m sure! Oh boy oh boy I can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring.