I love the private beach here at Wild Harbor. The feel of sand on my feet. The salt water. And the sound of waves crashing on the rocks.There are no sharks. No riptides. Nothing to be afraid of in the ocean.
But on the beach...
My mom tells me that a few days ago a guy was peacefully relaxing on his chair when he feels something licking his hand. He opens his eyes and next to him is a fox. A fox on the beach in the middle of the day? I hope the cougars are caged.
finding avocados
We're making a salad. I love avocado in a salad.
My mom has just returned from the grocery store about 15 minutes away and has forgotten to pick up avocados. While there are some destination places close by, the important ones (Downtown, Mashpee Commons and the Movie Theaters) are all 15 minutes away, in different directions.
Nearby are some restaurants, Deans (the king of all sandwich makers), a few small stores, a Post Office, a Library, a Bank, a bakery (that closes at 3), a Dunkin' Donuts, and a fish market. But trying to find a nearby place that sells avocados? Not so easy.
I try three different places before I finally find them at the Wild Harbor General Store.They're $1.99, same as I pay in NY. But half the size. The manager of the store is even apologetic. "That's how they've been coming in. I sell them at cost or I wouldn't be able to sell them at all." I buy two.
They look like the plums my mom just bought.
dark roads
Cape-living mostly happens before sunset. Once the sun goes down, the roads go dark. Maybe there's a government assumption that people hang out at home. There are few, if any, lights on most roads. The town quiets down.
This is when I miss Manhattan. Although I'm not always out in it, I feel the city's energy. And I'm comforted knowing it's always there.
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