To fly to Edmonton, I bought round trip tickets from Montreal, so I had to figure out how to get from Montreal to Cape Cod, where we were to meet Eric. He teaches at the Marine Biological Laboratory for six weeks, a summer science extravaganza he has delighted in for several years now. Eric had driven the car from Montreal to Wood's Hole, so to ensure that he had a car during his time there, and had flown back to Baltimore to pack up his lab and move some of it to New Jersey, as well as pack up several big pieces and many many fish in a huge truck and drive it up to the MBL.
His colleague Maurice, who participates in the 'fish cycle' at the MBL was driving down to Woods Hole early this morning, so we stayed with Maurice and Renee last night and woke up at 4:30 this morning to get on the road by 5. Renee was very excited to show me the new home she and Maurice has purchased, and had all the fabrics for curtains and sofas draped over her dining room table. I stayed up way too late, still confused by the time change, and finally fell asleep at 2 AM, so that when my alarm buzzed at 4:30, it did not feel that I had slept at all. Montreal was surprisingly bright and busy at 5 in the morning, and our drive was uneventful. Both Maya and I slept through much of Quebec, Vermont and New Hampshire. What I saw was lovely; very green, lots of sunshine, and blue blue skies. We stopped in Worchester to purchase fish at a fish warehouse (and get coffee and breakfast and lunch) and arrived in Woods Hole in good time. The fish survived their journey, and Maurice was pleased to get to a lab meeting in time to choose a good lab space.
Maya and I got the keys to the cabin Eric is to live in for the summer. It is simple, but functional, and Maya and I have stayed in similar cabins in Wood's Hole for years. Maya loves this place, it is her summer home; and she was eager to get to the beach immediately. Eric was not on the road yet (his truck lost its rear view mirror and he had to superglue it on!), so we did not have a the keys to the car, but usually we bike in Woods Hole anyway. This time, we walked to the empty beach, where it was too cold to swim or sunbathe, and while Maya danced around looking for shells and rocks and crabs (and getting very wet in the process), I lounged in the sand, appreciating the sunshine.
Our evening included more lobster (it is what is eaten here) and ice cream and popovers (the bakery specialty!) and more walking back to the cabin. It feels a bit eerie being alone, but I remind myself that we are at home here, and Maya and I cuddle in the middle of two twin beds shoved together. Eric will arrive early in the morning, in time to prepare the course for the students, and Maya plans to help him and his colleagues, while I dash off to Boston for a meeting.
His colleague Maurice, who participates in the 'fish cycle' at the MBL was driving down to Woods Hole early this morning, so we stayed with Maurice and Renee last night and woke up at 4:30 this morning to get on the road by 5. Renee was very excited to show me the new home she and Maurice has purchased, and had all the fabrics for curtains and sofas draped over her dining room table. I stayed up way too late, still confused by the time change, and finally fell asleep at 2 AM, so that when my alarm buzzed at 4:30, it did not feel that I had slept at all. Montreal was surprisingly bright and busy at 5 in the morning, and our drive was uneventful. Both Maya and I slept through much of Quebec, Vermont and New Hampshire. What I saw was lovely; very green, lots of sunshine, and blue blue skies. We stopped in Worchester to purchase fish at a fish warehouse (and get coffee and breakfast and lunch) and arrived in Woods Hole in good time. The fish survived their journey, and Maurice was pleased to get to a lab meeting in time to choose a good lab space.
Maya and I got the keys to the cabin Eric is to live in for the summer. It is simple, but functional, and Maya and I have stayed in similar cabins in Wood's Hole for years. Maya loves this place, it is her summer home; and she was eager to get to the beach immediately. Eric was not on the road yet (his truck lost its rear view mirror and he had to superglue it on!), so we did not have a the keys to the car, but usually we bike in Woods Hole anyway. This time, we walked to the empty beach, where it was too cold to swim or sunbathe, and while Maya danced around looking for shells and rocks and crabs (and getting very wet in the process), I lounged in the sand, appreciating the sunshine.
Our evening included more lobster (it is what is eaten here) and ice cream and popovers (the bakery specialty!) and more walking back to the cabin. It feels a bit eerie being alone, but I remind myself that we are at home here, and Maya and I cuddle in the middle of two twin beds shoved together. Eric will arrive early in the morning, in time to prepare the course for the students, and Maya plans to help him and his colleagues, while I dash off to Boston for a meeting.
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