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Next stop…

Next stop on the bucket list for my Home-Sweet-Home tour took me to New Hampshire.  To my oldest, dearest, bestest, friend in the entire world.  We met as little kids and have been living parallel lives all through the years, though, sadly, never in the same state.  New Hampshire means critters, lakes, and far off hills, or maybe they are the mountains that my ‘mountain man’ friend spent his life hiking and camping on.  Backpacking, is how he did it.  Now that I have camped in a camper I’ve been told that I can claim to be a camper!  Works for me…7-2chipmunk7-2finch7-2lakeside17-2lakeside27-2lakeside37-2pleasantlake7-2takeaseat7-2church7-2stream7-2weeds

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Hydrangeas and Day Lilies…

They go together here on Cape Cod.  I have been here in the summer when it seemed that all the yards were full of the most gorgeous hydrangeas, with beautiful color that seemed to glow.  And why they team so well with the Day Lilies that stand up tall above their greenery escapes me.  They just do.  And when you add a stone wall my heart goes pitter pat.  This time there are occasional hydrangeas in bloom but they haven’t developed their full color.  And the Day Lily stalks are standing tall, I’ve been expecting them to bloom any second.  Soon the Cape will be in full glorious bloom, but not so far…

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And then we have more from Hyannis and my wanderings…6-28cupola6-28federatedchurch6-28oldestchurch6-28dingy6-28birdie

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Home again…

There is a certain freedom in being on the road, traveling at will.  I have always harbored a theory that I would be footloose and fancy-free while traveling.  But the reality is always that I rush from place to place and never do all that I wanted to do, or see all the people I want to see.  Until this trip.  This time I have more time to spend than money, but since my goal was to visit with people and see the familiar sights of home it’s a perfect visit.  And because of that I have more sense of being ‘home’ than I have for a long time.  Maybe it’s the old friends that were lost and now found.  And finding out that the treasured memories of my childhood are shared by the ‘kids’ I who populated the neighborhood with me.  It’s a validation of sorts.  I love the weathered shingles, the flowering shrubs, it’s not fancy, but it’s home…6-2pinkhouseIf there was a for rent sign in front of this tiny house I would have been tempted to snap it up and to stay a while…

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Hit the road…

So a road trip was in order.  Why not, what was stopping me?  Well, there was the credit card that was coming in the mail since my post-church stop for gas resulted in my credit card being hacked.  How’s that for karma?  The bank shut my account down within a day, and it’s all ‘fixed’, but without even a hint of an attempt to discover who, or how, it happened.  Never pay at the pump was the take away from that conversation, walk into the station and pay, preferably using the chip.  Or cash.  I never have cash, and that would solve the gas station problem, but somehow cash seems less safe to carry around.  Did having a husband make these sorts of issues less of a threat?  Not really, but there was the illusion of being somehow protected.  Is it any wonder why I never ponder the larger issues of life when these every day issues can blow my mind?  Send me back under the covers to wait for something to change?   

And which road, for the road trip I mean?  Did you ever read ‘Blue Highways’, by William Least Heat Moon?  Wonderful book that instilled a wanderlust in me that’s been sitting on the back burner for years now.  Should I get on 95 and drive north at 70 mph, stopping only for the bare necessities?  Or should I travel the ‘blue highways’ on the map, stopping for photo ops, talking with strangers, hearing their stories?  I’m an excellent practitioner of the ‘rosy-glasses’ philosophy of life.  I have never been any good at anticipating the not-so-perfect consequences of any choice I’ve ever made.  So with that as my history I suppose it’s hopeless to expect myself to change at this late date.  And honestly, do I have many regrets over the choices I’ve made in my life?  No, things have turned out well enough for me, in spite of myself…6-12bluehighway

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Resting places…

Duxbury Beach in Massachusetts features prominently in my fond memories of home.  Maybe it was that we used to stay at my uncle’s cottage, the last one on the seawall that defined the private beach from the public beach.  That it was rocky, especially after a storm, was a plus.  You could put your blanket out on the sand and scout out a few rocks to anchor down the corners.  My husband had heard me rave about it long before he ever saw it, and when I took him there it was after a storm and it was particularly rocky, and from the look in his eye I’m pretty sure he doubted my sanity after that.  Since then I have been to lovely beaches with expanses of sugar sand as far as the eye can see, but I will never feel about them the way I feel about Duxbury.  Which is why I told Charley that I wanted my ashes scattered at Duxbury when the time came.  My daughter heard that and said that I should be informing her of my wishes, and, as usual, she was right.  If I was ever going to change my mind about that then visiting a cemetery like this one is why I’ll let the decision stand.  Stones sinking into the ground, names and dates barely readable, and no one to care or remember.  Sadly, there was more than one ‘unknown’ marker.  A person, a life.  Someone’s child, possibly someone’s parent, gone except for that sad marker.  After being home alone for so long I’m finding that part of me now wants to get out, hit the road, go everywhere, see everything. But I tell myself I’m too old, I can’t do it alone.  Maybe so, maybe not.  But I like the idea that one day my ashes might ride the wind and the water, and travel farther than my dreams can take me now.  I’ll return to Duxbury one day…5-28cemeteryfence

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Childhood…

Dog ownership comes in handy sometimes.  Like when your son comes home all excited and babbling, and the gist of it is there’s a ramp, and kids are riding their bikes off it and flying into the lake, and there are adults in charge, and can he ride his bike into the lake?  That he was asking permission instead of just doing it made me at least consider saying yes, but not having the least idea what he was talking about made me say no.  And he was off, and after a minute or two I was right behind him, walking the dog was my excuse, but the thought process was that I wasn’t so sure he’d be able to resist whatever was going on and I needed to see for myself.  It was a bike club, matching tee shirts and all, but why they were having the kids fly down the hill and sail through the air into the water, with an adult in the water to retrieve the bike, remains a mystery to this day.  Kudos to Mike, I don’t think he did it, probably because he didn’t have a matching tee shirt.

I thought of this on Monday because while we were enjoying lunch at this cute little river front restaurant, what we were seeing out the huge windows were four boys taking flying leaps off the bridge and into the river below.  Three at once got a running start and leaped together, and seemed suspended for a second with their arms and legs all going in different directions, a perfect photograph which, sadly, exists only in my head.  Another family was seated next to the window and watching, a mom, dad, and two little boys.  I wondered if those boys lived nearby, and how much time would elapse before they were jumping off that bridge.  I spend so much time reliving the past lately, enjoying my memories of the free-as-a-bird childhood that I treasure, and I don’t even have to ask myself if we would have been jumping off that bridge.  Of course we would have…5-28kayakmyHDR5-28Guy.jpg5-28myriverratsHDR5-28myriverratsHDR25-28myriverratsHDR35-28mural.jpg