I arrived in Provincetown Saturday night. This is an extended time (longer than I've had in years) to write in the morning, accompany lunch and JB to Herring Cove Beach for the afternoon, and fall into late afternoon and evening doing anything we want.
Lest your envy be rising, honesty requires that I say that my 96 old Mother started having delusions ten minutes before I left on Saturday and it has gotten worse. Chances are good I will need to drive four hours back to see her, perhaps stay for any number of days, since she is safer and calmer when I am around. Safer is an important word: she also fell yesterday.
I can't say I am happy about this. In fact, I am depressed. Who wouldn't be? But for now here I am still on the sectional red couch and it is close to heaven. The sea awaits.
What am I doing on the beach besides swimming and bobbing and digging my feet into cool sand? Well, I'm writing little letters to myself :^)
Wish me luck, please. Even though in this moment I have little to complain about.
P.S. I wanted to put these photos three small ones in a row, side by side, but Blogger insisted I space them one below another. I would have liked a series of three pix, three rows. But how?