I’m not on the east coast anymore, but I was there yesterday. See all the tiny little boats? It was a national championship. We were out on a friend’s boat while these races were going on and it reminded me of a plan we had when the kids were little — that we should recruit all the cousins to sail these little boats, and the kayaks. We could stretch across the harbor mouth and demand cocktail snacks from all the boats coming in and out. You can see how these boats would be perfect for it.
I had a lovely week. The weather was perfect every day. M was there as well, getting ready for hr trip to Ireland. This is what she is doing: She flew alone to Dublin. On her own she got to Galway. There was internet there, so I know that happened. She then took the bus up to a small town north of Sligo where she’s meeting up with an elderly cousin of K’s father. (K’s brother spent a year on his farm, so the relationship is not as distant as it would have been, but that was 25 years ago.) Tomorrow she will get a bus to Cork, where she will meet up with N. Together they get another bus to Baltimore, and then a ferry to an island where they will be helping on a farm for a couple of weeks.
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, she has turned into a brave and intrepid person.
Anyway — now I have flown with my mother to a southwestern state to see my grandmother. I have to admit that it was hard to leave the summer paradise that is the coast of Massachusetts in August to come to the oven-blasting heat of the southwest, but I am trying to be a good sport about it.
Trying being the important word here.
I’ve been reading The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, which is better than I expected to be. I am proud of myself that I have not resorted to transforming into a folding chair. We bought it at the Providence airport Borders on its last day. How could it have such a great selection on its last day of operation? And what a sad thing that they’re all closing.
So that’s the news. I’m trying to figure out how to sail more. What I want is a small dingy — much like those in the picture above — that I can haul around on my car and store in my yard. I’m going to research this further . . .