Every time Peapod arrives at my door, it feels like Christmas. Mainly because so many items come in their own bags. It oddly feels like unwrapping presents. What’s this small cylindrical item? Oh, the Off! spray I ordered. What’s this cold, hard rectangle? Oh, the cheese I ordered.
These presents make me feel guilty because their wrapping is contributing to the quickening demise of the environment. But I recycle all of the bags, I swear!!
As I was putting away the groceries that magically arrived at my doorstep tonight, I was reminded that I have lived in my current apartment for three years, and I still don’t have a system down for paper good storage. Sometimes I put extra tissue boxes in the bathroom. Sometimes I put them in the front storage closet. Sometimes I put them in the back hallway. Sometimes I put extra paper towels in the back hallway. Sometimes I put them under the sink. I put the napkins I just bought on top of the fridge. Then, as I was putting the new sponges under the sink, I discovered a package of napkins.
If I ever move out, I will find a menagerie of long-lost paper goods…
Have you ever been talking with someone on the phone, and you say your goodbyes, and then one of you says, “Oh, wait…” And then you talk for 20 more minutes? Or maybe you have seen someone off on a train or subway, and you say your goodbyes, but you keep waving at each other until you’re out of each other’s view?
That’s what happened with me and summer yesterday. We had said goodbye, but then the summer said, “Wait, I’m still here.”
I went to the beach at Spectacle Island. It was a perfect beach day: warm, sunny, breezy. I listened to the lapping waves and screeching seagulls for hours. I also looked for treasures. The treasures on the beach are beautiful rocks, iridescent shells, mass quantities of sea glass, and pottery shards. Children have a field day on this beach.
The summer farewell may well turn into a trilogy: I just read that it may be in the 90s next weekend!
I said farewell to summer the other day. I visited a local park that has a conservation area. As I rambled down the paths,
I inhaled the smell of earth and plants. I absorbed the sounds of crickets and birds singing and dragonflies in flight. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and a slight breeze pass by me.
I found a hidden garden and immediately felt like 10-year-old Mary Lennox in The Secret Garden (one of my favorite children’s books).
Before I left, I sat and stared at an expanse of bright green grass and the light blue sky. And I asked myself the timeless question, “Why do I live in the Northeast?” The summer is entirely too short. Adieu, beloved summer…adieu.
I finally made it to the Fisherman’s Feast in Boston’s Italian neighborhood. I met Abby and Rachael around dinnertime and we took it all in. Even though I’m only 25% Italian, I always feel “at home” around Italian people. And of course, Italian is my favorite type of food. Abby and I decided to try the “rice balls.” I had never had a rice ball. It weighed about 5 pounds. And felt like 10 pounds in my stomach. But it was SO GOOD.
We headed to a quiet side street for some dessert. I’ve decided I need to kidnap my mother so she can see some of Italy. She has England on the brain! A one-track mind when it comes to travel. I can’t really blame her though.
To cap off the lovely evening, I returned to my neighborhood to see the most stunning sunset.
It was breathtaking.
And lastly, in totally unrelated news. My new obsession is blind cats. I met my first blind cat yesterday at the MSPCA. She is a kitten and she is so affectionate and just plain amazing. If I lived in a bigger apartment, Olive would be welcoming this blind of bundle of love to our homestead. I had to learn more about blind cats, and found out about the famous blind cat Oskar and his friend Klaus.
There is a blind cat rescue in North Carolina. If I ever win the lottery, I will send this place a nice check. Unfortunately this will probably never happen as I play the lottery about once every four years…