Of Porches, Bike Paths, and Shrimp

When presented with the opportunity to get out of town this weekend I took it - hard. Friday night, we drove to Harwichport, where my family has a little, sweet, un-airconditioned cottage right next to a cemetery. I think I was probably creeped out by the location when we first started spending time down there when I was a kid, but now I'm pretty grateful for how quiet the neighbors are when they aren't rising from their early 19th century plots and feasting on brains. Which has hardly been a problem since '02. It's not as though Cape Cod is rural America or anything, but what a nice change of pace. The only problem was, because time was so limited, and 9am Monday so inevitable, we had to hurry up and relax, as it were.

The weekends' big wins include but aren't limited to:
*A nearly 20 mile bike ride from Harwichport to Orleans from which my body has yet to fully recover
* Dining outside on the deck at Clancy's where they may play Billy Ocean, Sheila E., and Prince, but they also have a gorgeous river view and GIANT SHRIMP
*Naps
*Meltaways
*Watching a multi-generational European family furiously playing mini-golf.

On Sunday as we watched an elderly local couple eat soup and Chardonnay at the 400 Club I mused about just moving to the Cape, working here:

..and calling it a day. Doesn't sound too bad to me at all.

But then there's all the nagging business about comedy, aspirations, pipe dreams, etc. But every time I go down for a few days I just want to stay...to go to the beach, bike ride, read a bunch of books that I won't be quizzed on, and eat some GIANT SHRIMP.