On Cape Cod, I stayed with a friend of 30 years. This is the view from her house. For dinner, she grilled a freshly caught trout which was delicious. Her other guest, D., caught the trout.
Hydrangeas say "Cape Cod." They are all over the place. After dinner, we went to a poetry reading in a small room at the Irish pub. It was packed. At least 24 people. Eight read at the open mike and then the featured poet read many poems about his mentally ill mom. Intense. Sooo fun to be among people who love poetry.
On Friday I zoomed over to my storage unit. Forgot to take a picture. Kinda boring anyway. I furiously opened boxes and tossed things to give away into a laundry basket. Filled the car and drove to a thrift store to leave the stuff off. I was so exhausted from the Thursday drive and just madly tossing things away that I decided not to clear out any more stuff. Not in the state I was in.
Hollyhock. Friday night my hosts went to dinner at their friend's house and so I was alone. Lovely though. I cooked a bit of fish, read, played with the kitties,
went to bed early.
On Saturday I returned to the storage unit, loaded up my car with things to bring back, stopped at the beach, the health food store and thrift shops. That evening my hosts had a dinner party and book group. Three couples, me and the other guest and another member of the book group who is freshly divorced. This group has been meeting for years and years. The divorced man "got" the book group in the divorce decree. :)
The group discussed Water for Elephants. That day, my hostess D. found this elephant in a thrift store. Usually a doll sits in this high chair. I couldn't join in the discussion as I hadn't read the book but it was fun to listen. Everyone so bright and articulate and loving books and literature and reading. The meals at the discussions are supposed to reflect the foods in the book. In this book, D. found a complete meal described: oysters, roast beef and potatoes. The appetizers were cotton candy and peanuts. The dessert a caramel apple cheese cake. And J., my hostesses DH, lit a fire and I sat right next to it. Yum.