This will be my last Cape Cod weekend for a year. Eric will continue to teach for another three weeks, but Maya is off to summer camp and I must take packing more seriously. I have a month to prepare the house for rental. That means removing every shred of us from the premises, painting every surface new and neutral (gone will be our rich green bedroom walls), repairing the holes in the walls which have been there for months and which we have all become accustomed to, landscaping the yard, getting the lead certificate (last rental experience was a disaster because Eric decided we did not need one and that gave the renters an 'out' so they could break the lease and abandon the house), buying new appliances, finding the renters, and preparing my practice for a once monthly schedule.
The house was a disaster when Maya and I left Friday afternoon. I had decided to start packing up my closet on July 4, when it was 105 degrees outside and worse inside the house, and pulled everything out of the closet and left it on the bed. It was too hot to continue Wednesday, but for all my efforts Thursday (after a ten day workday, dinner with Emily and Nathan, and finally power and AC) I could not get it all done before our departure. It will be my Monday night project.
When I get on the Airtran plane with Maya, I try to forget my 'to do' lists, and I focus on appreciating the moment. Eric picked us up at Logan, and to avoid the Cape Cod traffic jam, we drove to the North End for 'the best pizza in town', but could not find parking, so ended up on Newbury street. The roads were packed with revelers, and the restaurants all had 45 minute waits. We settled on the 'Met Back Bay' where we were so hungry, it did not matter that the food was delicious. We looked for JP Licks ice cream, but it had disappeared, so settled for Ben and Jerry's before our drive to the Cape in the dark.
I had invited my nephew to join us every weekend we have visited Boston, and he decided to join us Saturday for a ferry ride to Martha's Vineyard, and biking down to Edgartown. We stopped at a bridge where the locals all jump into the sea, so Eric and Edouard and Maya joined them while I tried to get the perfect shot. Eric had never been to Edgartown except by boat last weekend. It reminds me of Provincetown, so very quaint.
Edouard was on his way to Boston for a hot date. We stopped off at 'Quick's Hole' for Southwestern food and the best churros for miles around, and I was able to finally watch 'Nights of Cabiria', which I had rented almost a month ago and had to be seen before too late.
I am working at being idle on Sundays. I read an article in the New York Times about the importance of idleness, especially for people like me, who run in circles all the time and are always 'too busy'. I was unable to sleep until 5 in the morning, so slept until late, and had an uncomfortable skype discussion with my sister about my parents. I was distraught for hours after that. Maya and Eric went off to the beach, while I biked the 'Sea to Shining Sea' bikepath for hours and hours trying to feel better about death and dying and my own mortality. I met Eric and Maya in Falmouth at the 'Cinema Pub' for a screening of the Disney movie 'Brave' which ended up being a bit confusing to me, but perfectly clear to Maya, which is what counts.
We leave for Boston at 3 in the morning for our flight to Baltimore, another week of ballet camp and work and more serious packing and preparing for our journey to Ecuador.
The house was a disaster when Maya and I left Friday afternoon. I had decided to start packing up my closet on July 4, when it was 105 degrees outside and worse inside the house, and pulled everything out of the closet and left it on the bed. It was too hot to continue Wednesday, but for all my efforts Thursday (after a ten day workday, dinner with Emily and Nathan, and finally power and AC) I could not get it all done before our departure. It will be my Monday night project.
When I get on the Airtran plane with Maya, I try to forget my 'to do' lists, and I focus on appreciating the moment. Eric picked us up at Logan, and to avoid the Cape Cod traffic jam, we drove to the North End for 'the best pizza in town', but could not find parking, so ended up on Newbury street. The roads were packed with revelers, and the restaurants all had 45 minute waits. We settled on the 'Met Back Bay' where we were so hungry, it did not matter that the food was delicious. We looked for JP Licks ice cream, but it had disappeared, so settled for Ben and Jerry's before our drive to the Cape in the dark.
I had invited my nephew to join us every weekend we have visited Boston, and he decided to join us Saturday for a ferry ride to Martha's Vineyard, and biking down to Edgartown. We stopped at a bridge where the locals all jump into the sea, so Eric and Edouard and Maya joined them while I tried to get the perfect shot. Eric had never been to Edgartown except by boat last weekend. It reminds me of Provincetown, so very quaint.
Edouard was on his way to Boston for a hot date. We stopped off at 'Quick's Hole' for Southwestern food and the best churros for miles around, and I was able to finally watch 'Nights of Cabiria', which I had rented almost a month ago and had to be seen before too late.
I am working at being idle on Sundays. I read an article in the New York Times about the importance of idleness, especially for people like me, who run in circles all the time and are always 'too busy'. I was unable to sleep until 5 in the morning, so slept until late, and had an uncomfortable skype discussion with my sister about my parents. I was distraught for hours after that. Maya and Eric went off to the beach, while I biked the 'Sea to Shining Sea' bikepath for hours and hours trying to feel better about death and dying and my own mortality. I met Eric and Maya in Falmouth at the 'Cinema Pub' for a screening of the Disney movie 'Brave' which ended up being a bit confusing to me, but perfectly clear to Maya, which is what counts.
We leave for Boston at 3 in the morning for our flight to Baltimore, another week of ballet camp and work and more serious packing and preparing for our journey to Ecuador.
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