If I hear one more joke involving a toilet....
A small drinking island with a big fishing problem...
Back from Nantucket. It was nice being able to crash Aunt Jo's house and see the cousins. One thing I love about the island is town and the beach are all a bike ride or walk away. Mom got so mad at me because I couldn't "settle". Every night after dinner I just took off down Orange St and headed into town, or the bakery, or the docks.
I think the people at the Even Keel got sick of seeing me, but they make the most amazing iced latte called the Milky Way. It was an iced mix of chocolate milk, coffee and caramel. Soooo good, soooo much sugar.
The house Aunt Joanna is renting for the summer is cute but eccentric. A perfect example - the toilet seat was hot in the morning. This wasn't a fancy toilet, this was just one of your average white porcelain things. And it wasn't just a little toasty either, it was down right HOT. After many jokes (talk about a hot seat!) we figured it out after we woke up one chilly morning to find steam wafting off the toilet bowl. The seat was hot because the water in the bowl was hot. My mother, being the quintessential New Englander, immediately new why. In the winter the house is either being rented out or it's empty. Either way the owners don't want the pipes to freeze, so they've reworked the pluming so hot water is the default in the pipes. The pipes run under the floor, so this also makes the floors warm. At any rate, it's not every day you see a steaming commode.
I love my Aunt, but I think I confuse her. She has two macho boys, but she is very into shopping and sunbathing and being tan and stylish. All of which I think is fun, but get bored off after a while. Her real state job is perfect for her, the queen of networking. She knows who is on island and who got married and who bought what multi-million dollar house. (I could easily get off on a huge tangent here about the ridiculously large houses on the island. After spending five days with nine people in a house that was had four rooms and one bathroom, you realize you need a lot less space then you think you do)
So the vacation craziness kept me from missing Paul, although I did sit and write to him in the coffee shop over a Milky Way latte. I come home and it hits me, he’s gone. Last night I got in and I was mad that I was still hurting. I knew this was coming, so why I being so sensitive about it? The plan was to dust off my jeans, straighten my hair and keep on going. But that’s when I realized; it’s only been ten days. I need to be patient with my self and everything will sort its self out. It always does.
Back from Nantucket. It was nice being able to crash Aunt Jo's house and see the cousins. One thing I love about the island is town and the beach are all a bike ride or walk away. Mom got so mad at me because I couldn't "settle". Every night after dinner I just took off down Orange St and headed into town, or the bakery, or the docks.
I think the people at the Even Keel got sick of seeing me, but they make the most amazing iced latte called the Milky Way. It was an iced mix of chocolate milk, coffee and caramel. Soooo good, soooo much sugar.
The house Aunt Joanna is renting for the summer is cute but eccentric. A perfect example - the toilet seat was hot in the morning. This wasn't a fancy toilet, this was just one of your average white porcelain things. And it wasn't just a little toasty either, it was down right HOT. After many jokes (talk about a hot seat!) we figured it out after we woke up one chilly morning to find steam wafting off the toilet bowl. The seat was hot because the water in the bowl was hot. My mother, being the quintessential New Englander, immediately new why. In the winter the house is either being rented out or it's empty. Either way the owners don't want the pipes to freeze, so they've reworked the pluming so hot water is the default in the pipes. The pipes run under the floor, so this also makes the floors warm. At any rate, it's not every day you see a steaming commode.
I love my Aunt, but I think I confuse her. She has two macho boys, but she is very into shopping and sunbathing and being tan and stylish. All of which I think is fun, but get bored off after a while. Her real state job is perfect for her, the queen of networking. She knows who is on island and who got married and who bought what multi-million dollar house. (I could easily get off on a huge tangent here about the ridiculously large houses on the island. After spending five days with nine people in a house that was had four rooms and one bathroom, you realize you need a lot less space then you think you do)
So the vacation craziness kept me from missing Paul, although I did sit and write to him in the coffee shop over a Milky Way latte. I come home and it hits me, he’s gone. Last night I got in and I was mad that I was still hurting. I knew this was coming, so why I being so sensitive about it? The plan was to dust off my jeans, straighten my hair and keep on going. But that’s when I realized; it’s only been ten days. I need to be patient with my self and everything will sort its self out. It always does.