Day 343, Year 6: Can’t Believe It’s October
Date: Sunday, October 2, 2011
Weather: Beautiful Day, Temps in the Low 70’s
Location: Eel Pond, Woods Hole, Massachusetts
Last night I wrote October 1st as the date in the log, but the reality of that is just now hitting home. We arrived here the end of June and somehow it just doesn’t seem possible that three months have passed and that we are in the midst of the fall season. But it is so.
This morning I drove Mark into Falmouth to work at West Marine with the intention of heading north to a little shopping mall in Mashpee. I got there, but not as soon as I thought I’d be there. First, I was enticed by the sale items outside West Marine. A hundred dollars later, I left there with a huge bag of clothes for Mark and myself, but I didn’t find the pair of pants I so desperately need. I had intended to go shopping, not at West Marine, but the clearance sales were just too good to pass up. I then went to Heather’s thinking I was picking up one of the boys and one parent to go with me to the Mashpee mall. What actually happened is that I ended up taking two little boys on a wagon ride to the nearby elementary school playground to run off a bit of energy. We had so much fun that we didn’t get home until almost 1 o’clock and it was time for lunch. After lunch, Sam and I did go to the mall in Mashpee. Shopping for clothes on Cape Cod is only for the rich. There are lots of little very expensive clothing shops, but when you are just looking for a plain pair of pants, you either have to go to Hyannis or to Boston. I did find one pair of Capris that I’ll be able to wear for another couple of weeks, but at some point we either have to make a trip to storage in Concord and hope there are clothes there, or we are going to have to get off the Cape and do some serious shopping. At any rate, by the time Sam and I got home it was time for me to go pick Mark up from work.
In the evening we talked with Tom Livingston. Mark has been doing some consulting work with Livingston Associates and Tom has been a friend of Mark’s for many years. He and his wife are coming here on Friday and we are going to do a three-day sail together to Nantucket. And then I talked to my sister Patsy to catch up on family news. It wasn’t a particularly productive day, but it was slow-paced and relaxed. That’s what Sundays are all about.
