“When I was a boy, just about every summer we’d take a vacation. And you know, in 18 years, we never had fun.”
Lots of rain last night, and it’s still a damp day with a sky full of clouds, but it seems to be getting lighter so I think the sun will be making an appearance shortly. The weatherman says thundershowers tonight and maybe tomorrow. For the first time in a long while, I stayed inside to read the papers. Everything outside was still too wet. I missed the companionship of my birds, the sound of the fountain and the rustle of the leaves.
I got a chuckle from the paper this morning, a few chuckles actually, but a picture’s caption gave me the biggest laugh. The picture showed a street in downtown Pittsfield with two bicyclists riding on the sidewalk. The caption said, “Pedestrians biked down the revitalized North Street.”
My dance card is empty this weekend except for tonight’s deck movie so I’m hoping those showers will come late. On cloudy days like today I stay home and let the tourists have the roads. This is changeover week in the cottages so the mid-cape will be busy, coming and going.
When I was a kid, I don’t ever remember going to the cape for vacation. If we went away, we went north, usually to Maine where the water was far too cold to enjoy. My father’s friend had a cottage in Ogunquit, and that’s where we generally went. As I got older, into my teens, the last place I wanted to be was on a family vacation. I begged and pleaded to stay with friends at home, but I never won that argument; instead, I was crammed in a car filled with six people, bags of food and a few pieces of luggage which didn’t fit into the trunk. The car was stifling, and I sometimes got car sick. Add my annoyance to all that, and you can imagine how pleasant I was.
The last trip we made as a whole family was to Niagara Falls. It was my favorite of all the trips we ever made. It was during the summer I turned fifteen. We left for the falls after a weekend in Ogunquit. We saw so much on that trip even I wasn’t bored. I remember staying in a motel for the first time, skipping stones on Lake Ontario, the wonder of the Eisenhower Locks, crossing into another country, the falls under the lights at night and my father talking to the wax cashier at Madame Tussauds. One of my memory drawers keeps that trip close, and I get to go back every now and then.Explore posts in the same categories: Musings comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.