Well, I thought the weekend before Labor Day was going to be our last summer fling, when we traveled to Pennsylvania to see B's sister and spend a few days with them in their century-old stone farmhouse. They're not farmers. They're teachers (one of them just retired). But they have a little cornfield in their front yard and a major kitchen garden out back, and we feasted on corn and tomatoes and vegetables for three days.
But, somehow, it didn't seem like enough. We yearned for the seashore. So B has managed to get a couple of days off from work, and we're headed to Cape Cod for a different kind of weekend. Fish and clams and lobsters, and sand in our clothes, and a bike ride along the coastline.
It's after Labor Day. The summer crowds are gone. Rates are down a little. And we don't have kids in school, so we can go.
A few years ago, after we spent a week in Montauk where the ocean water is cold, B bought me a wetsuit as a Christmas present. So I'm bringing along my wetsuit. They say the water off Cape Cod stays warm into September.
I'm not sure I believe them. But I'll give it a try.
See you next week.