9-2-1010 0830 Green House. Last minutes thrashing around, the end of summer as we know it. Take down the sign that says 'Many Kids Drive Slow' with appropirate ambiguous english usage. Cover the functional bikes and leave the disfunctioinal out to molder a bit more. Put some ropes over the Susie P where she squats tubbily on her trailer, safe from Hurricane Earl who is set to spin by at 135 mph plus just outside Nantucket sometime on Saturday. The George B is in Eel Pond, and probably will be OK. The rowing skiff is on the beach, and I will ask Steve to check on it, as well. And me...well, I will be in England.
London to be exact, Windsor Mansions, Luxborough St, off the Marylebone Road, to be even more precise. Thank you Paul. I've got my 4 cannot be replaced keys ready to go, and will be arriving sometime early tomorrow am.
We will be back, Sala who is now in Devon silently retreating, and my own noisy self, but not till middle of September. We will miss the great quiet...the noiseless wonderfully complex absence of sound that descends on Woods Hole after Labor Day.
This is one of the true harbingers of fall...along with the first t shirt too little cold wind coming around the curve on Gardiner Road, the first falling leaves, the first smell of smoke, the first school bus lumbering along its appointed route.
So..more soon from London, and a time to finish the recounting of the travels of Fuji the little dog laughing who ran away with the spoon, and Alan, yr fthfl svnt.
Fuji, by the way, has moved in with Anne and her two cats...a chapter yet to be written.
No comments:
Post a Comment