2020 Life Logs, Day 244: Oh, What a Beautiful Morning
Date: Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Weather: Another Mostly Sunny Day; High 73, Low 63 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, Falmouth, MA

Oh, what a beautiful mornin’.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin’
Ev’rything’s goin’ my way.

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This first morning of September, after a wonderful sail in Buzzards Bay aboard Bruce and Jane Woodin’s sailboat, I found myself humming this song from Rogers and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma. Bruce, Jane, Sam Patterson and I weren’t riding horseback in the Midwest this morning, but we were gliding smoothly through the water aboard L’Escargot. The wind was perfect and we quickly sailed all the way up to the Cape Cod Canal and back to West Falmouth Harbor. I sailed with Bruce and Jane on their previous sailboat, Pooh, but today was my first time aboard L’Escargot. Sam had a 12:30 pm appointment, so we got back to West Falmouth Harbor after that perfect three-hour sail. And then I got an invitation to join Bruce and Jane for lunch at their house. Thank you to Bruce, Jane, and Sam. “Oh, what a beautiful day.”

Later in the afternoon while I was at Heather and Jed’s feeding the guinea pigs, I went into the garage looking for a ladder that I had used a few weeks ago to set up an irrigation system on the deck. I didn’t find the ladder, but I found an envelope on the garage floor. H & J’s mail is delivered via a slot in the garage door and the mail drops into a big box. Obviously, this envelope just didn’t make it into the box. Then I noticed it was addressed to “Heather or Judy M. Handley.” Hmmm. I opened the envelope and found a card inside saying, “Dear Heather—I’m sure this is the strangest piece of mail you have received in a while, but I am in the process of trying to track down your mother—Judy Handley. My reason for this quest is that I have recently purchased a condo in Falmouth and my name is . . . Judy Handley. The other remarkable coincidence is that my mother’s middle name was Martin – same as the two of you.” All I could think was, “Oh, no. There are two of me!” The other Judy Handley included her phone number in the card, so I called tonight to accept her invitation to meet “masked and distanced for a cup of coffee” on Friday morning. Can’t wait to meet her.

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