Provincetown: Day 3

This is day 3 in Provincetown. I find myself unwinding and settling in to a place that is uncommonly familiar to me. This is a place where for years I have walked along the Commercial Street Bay and with JB talked of hopes and dreams and aspirations and perspirations. We've always joked about that phrase, but we've pretty much covered each category. It was here that we planned our restaurant, bought this little condo one block from the bay, launched the Provincetown Artisan Cooperative, reviewed the planning and writing of my book. It was here that our beloved dog Rosie ran and swam for hours at a time, right up until the day before she died.

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It was also here that a year ago this August, I lost my footing in a way I would not have predicted and never expected. So in a sense it's good to be back here again, knowing I am rebuilding and moving on from a very sad period and a very sad ending.

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I will be in Provincetown four days each week throughout the summer, and two plus uninterrupted weeks in August. I'll be taking pictures frequently. And I'll be writing. Today I wrote 15 pages. I stopped with a sense of accomplishment, ready to walk along Commercial Street with JB, hand in hand, catching gorgeous glimpses of the ocean tucked between the shops and buildings, appreciating the festivity of a coastal tourist town where just about anything goes. It's enough to look up and whisper 'thank you.' Which I did.

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Enough said. Here's a recap of today:

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