another cloudy day

The Cape is where I go to be with my mom and dad.  That's why I'm here.  

But I also love the beach, and if I see even the possibility of sun, I pack up, get in the golf cart, and travel the half mile to the gorgeous private beach in the enclave where my parents live.  But since being here, the weather has been pretty miserable.  I'm as pale now as I was when I arrived on Monday.  My dermatologist would be proud.

In addition to arriving here pale, I arrive with so many roots that both my sisters are appalled. Valerie says, and I know she's right, "You should have your hair colored every three weeks."  It's been six.  So this morning I go to see Sebastian, a colorist my mom recommends.

I immediately fall in love with him, his husband of four years, their immaculate salon, his hip customers, and the outstanding job he does on my hair.  Sebastian comes to New York once or twice a month, and if he would, I'd have him color my hair.  I'd probably be the only person I know who lives in the city, whose colorist comes in from the Cape.

On my way home, I stop at the local sandwich place, Dean's.  They are having a special on lobster salad.  About half a pound for $10.  I buy about a pound, and that'll be our no-fuss dinner.  My sisters both left yesterday and it's just me and my mom now, and her unpredictable cat, Ellie. She's mostly a sweet cat.  She follows my mom around like a dog.  She cuddles and purrs more often than not.  But sometimes she'd rather you didn't touch her at all.  With no warning, she can change into a mad, hissing animal you'd rather not know.

And so starts another quiet, cloudy day on the Cape. I miss Alexander (who is happy to have the week without me).  I miss my computer.  And I miss the sun.