The ride to the Cape is
effortless, but long.There is no easy
way to get here.4 ¼ hours on the Bolt
Bus, then a quick layover in Boston, and another 1 ¼ hours on a Peter Pan Bus
to Bourne.I leave my home around 7:15
and at 2, my bus pulls into Bourne.Ten
The momentous thing about
the early arrival is that my mother has not yet arrived.My mother, who is always early, actually
arrives on time, meaning I arrive ahead of her.It is a noteworthy event.
We get to my mom’s home and
I unpack and set up my computer.Darn.I have the charger but not
the little thingy that connects to the wall.But fortunately, the local Apple dealer sells those for only $10.
I drive over to Mashpee
Commons to pick it up.My mom asks me to
check on the new Greek restaurant to see if it’s opened yet.I pass the restaurant and it looks nice, but
it is still closed with a big sign outside that reads, Coming This Summer.I ask one of the local retailers when the
restaurant is supposed to open, and am told, “Sometime in late July.”I say, “Gee, today is July 29th, it can't much later in July than today.”
But here on the Cape, no one
seems in a rush to make money. I imagine that most retailers and restaurants
make most of their money during the summer months. Still, it is amazing how
many don’t stay open 7 days a week.The
great French pâtisserie
downtown isn’t open on Monday and Tuesdays, Dana’s is closed on Tuesday, and on
My mom and I have dinner at
my favorite little nothing restaurant called Crabapple’s.They used to be open for dinner Thursday
through Sunday. It was a big deal when they began offering dinners seven nights
We arrive at 6:30 and wait twenty minutes. The place is mobbed. Half the diners have canes.But by 7:30, the place is emptying out.If you don’t want to wait, arrive after 7.
The food is great.I get a lobster pie, which is really a baked
stuff lobster (fresh from the fish market) out of the shell, and my mom orders
a reuben sandwich.Their menu is quite
We order an apple pie for
tomorrow (this little restaurant has the best pies).They don’t make “rhubah” my mom points out,
knowing that’s my favorite.
Our favorite Manolo Blahnik sale is finally here
and it could be the best boutique sale ever. These final markdown sales always
boast discounts at about 75% off and usually only run for just four days but
this year the sale is 10-jam-packed-days of Manolo bargains.
Should I run over and check
it out?My office is right near the
But then I think, do I
really need another pair of shoes?
Of course I don’t.
But I love Manolos.
I can actually walk in them.
And they are so damn sexy.
And right now they are
close to being affordable.
Yes, I tell myself.Close, but remember, you still have no income.Yes, there is that.
I come home and keep busy
with my list. I pack, clean the apartment, cancel the newspaper, arrange for
the doorman to collect my mail, and clean out my fridge.
Then I go and get waxed,
have a manicure/pedicure, return a library book and stop by Agata.
Still, that morning email
It is not until 5:30 when
the Manolo doors have closed for the day that I can relax.
I did all the things I
needed to do and avoided the one thing I shouldn’t do.
But the sale lasts 10
days.It’ll still be going on when I
I should probably start now reminding
myself again why I shouldn’t go.
I can finish Eyes On You
by Kate White, an easy beach read.But that’ll only take a half hour.
I don’t want to spend money so shopping, though tempting, is out.
I don’t feel like sitting in a movie theater.I friend of mine recently said, “Going
to the movies in the daytime is depressing.”I think she’s right.Unless it’s winter or pouring rain.
It is too humid to exercise.
I could walk over and see the Jeff Koons retrospective at The
Whitney but I am not sure I want to see it enough to pay $20 and probably
wait in line.
A nice brunch out is expensive and fattening, as I know I wouldn’t
want an egg white omelet and instead would gravitate to eggs benedict or
some other equally unhealthy option.
My closets are pretty much cleaned out, so that’s not really worth
I could go to a free outdoor jazz concert at MOMA but I don’t like
But I do want to go
out.I throw on a pair of running shorts
and a tee shirt. I pull my hair into a
ponytail.Wear no makeup.Grab my camera, and leave.
I head over to John Jay
Park.I’ll shoot some kid portraits.I take a handful of my moo cards, as I always ask
permission, and then will hand out my card if the parent/babysitter is interested in seeing the pictures I take.
I snap away.
I see a woman with some kids
enter the park.“Hi, mind if I take some
pictures of your children?” I ask.
“Yes, I do.”
“No problem, that’s why I
asked,” and I start to walk away.
Her friend then comes
barreling over to me and says, rather rudely, “I don’t want you taking any
pictures.”I tell her I only take
pictures if the parents approve.The
two women walk over to some other area of the park.
A few minutes later, woman
#1 comes up to me and asks, “What are you doing this for?”
I tell her the truth.“I was bored today so I thought I’d take some
photos of kids.I’m an amateur
photographer.And if they’re any good, I
might post them on my blog. If you want, I’ll give you my card.”
She refuses it and walks
Two minutes later her
friend approaches me. “Do you know that adults who are not in the company of
children are not allowed in this park?”
“No I didn’t know,” I
She then goes on to explain
the reason (as if I couldn’t guess).“It’s to keep pedophiles out.”
“Are you accusing me of
being a pedophile?” I ask.
“I didn’t say that,” she
responds and walks away.
I am shaken from the
encounter, and decide to check.And sure
enough, at the Park’s entrance, I see this:
I take only one more photo,
with permission, and leave.
I guess I’ll be looking for
another activity next time I’m bored.