If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you the tourists are back. They have brought their enthusiasm for the Cape. They have booked our hotels and sat in “our” seat at Flynn’s. They have backed up the only Route off the Cape for 10 miles and made me get inventive to drive from point A to point B.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that the best neighbors are available for Margarita’s on a weeknight with a quick walk through the woods. I would tell you that I wish we had hours to spend chatting but I was thankful for the brief respite from my day.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you David has asked me not to sign Bridget up for any more sports. Apparently, Bridget takes after me and should not become an athlete until her 40’s.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that if your local high school is having an After Prom party, you must volunteer. I haven’t stayed up past midnight for fun in too long. To do it sober? Well, it was the best time. The prom goers were fun, respectful and at times hysterically funny. And when we told them it was “S” fault there was no marinara sauce for their mozzarella sticks, they joined in on the teasing.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that somehow the bunny that lives out door is currently vacationing in my living room. I’m not quite sure how that happened. I’m just hoping she ends up back outside. SOON.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you I had the best time in Baltimore and wish you lived in my woods.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Bridget’s corn is popping up in rows. Her squash is growing and her strawberries are blooming. Her broccolli and pumpkis are sprouting. Her tomatoes, apparently the only vegatable you cannot kill, is well….dead.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that life is still crazy busy, but I am making adjustments. I swear. Because summertime is here and I need more bonfires in my life.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you I signed up for a fall half-marathon. I needed the motivation to get off the couch and the deadline to make the time. I would tell you that you don’t have to run with me. But I do expect you there at the finish line.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would ask how life is messing with you today and would be there to listen.
If we were drinking wine would tell you about my visit to the Cape decades ago and the amazing clams we dug (totally legally) and cooked up and ate with white wine – delicious and the result of our own work, which made them 10 times better. Then we could talk about childhood anxiety and pre-puberty jitters.
HAHAHA That sounds like a perfect night!