We’re about to go over to the “mainland” for our Christmas shopping trip. Along with wrapping paper, tape, and double A batteries, we’ll be looking for great deals on toilet paper and Scrubbing Bubbles. This is what we’ve come to. Periodic trips off island to eat Big Macs and buy Tide. And the excitement that comes from this whole thing is akin to earlier feelings about a ZZ Top concert or a book signing someplace. It’s pretty darn thrilling. We have to call the Steamship Authority to make a reservation to take the car over to Cape Cod. This comes to $80 for me, Chris, Dan, and the car. This is why we don’t leave very often. If we did the same thing in the middle of high summer it would be close to $200. And people wonder why I’ve taken up crocheting. So this is what will happen: We’ll get up at the butt crack of dawn to make a 7 a.m. ferry on a Sunday. We’ll leave early for the boat because I will need a coffee from
This is where the action is. Where hopes and dreams meet harsh realities like middle age, household chores, marriage, cooking, family and friends, raising kids, and keeping the faith on a planet filled with beautiful turmoil.