I have been spending a lot of time at our place on Buzzards Bay. One can debate that there are nicer beaches and certainly better accommodations elsewhere. I accept that fact, but the solitude of a sunrise, the celebration of a sunset and a full moon shinning on Buzzards Bay will always hold a special place in my heart and soul.
For this I thank my father for his vision and my mother for keeping it.
We have lost three summer homes to hurricanes over the years. The “big” house in 1944, hurricane Carol in 1954 and hurricane Bob in 1991. Carol and Bob are also my brother and sister’s names. Danny was a recent storm that bordered on a hurricane and caused a considerable amount of disruption to our daughter’s “dirty thirty” celebration…so the “hat trick” has to wait.
There is no electricity or running water at the “beach” and I remember sadly the first time someone used a cell phone to make a call off the “beach”.
At our home in Ireland I was able to get an internet connection through my cell phone. It worked fine when it wasn’t raining or snowing…keep in mind that the weather forecast in Ireland has “rain” in ALL forecasts. I hope to be able to rig something up like that down here. The only problem is keeping my computer charged up.
…but then again I don’t really give a shit.
I think I just went five days without reading a newspaper or watching the news on TV…everyday I think I’m missing something…then I realize I’m really not. I listen to WMVY from Martha’s Vineyard, on my solar powered radio, mostly for the music and weather reports. The station plays great music and it’s on line.
The cry of “beach” birds announce the beginning of a new day…soon after… the sunrises…and it is mine alone to appreciate.
Sunsets on the other hand are for family, friends and celebrations…the day has come and is ending magnificently.
On a recent week end as I walk a few yards to the beach, I look left and then right…and as Alice asked the Cheshire Cat “Which way I ought to go from here? and he says “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.” Alice: “I don’t much care where.” The Cat: “Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.”
Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland” is a great book…read it again…I do believe he was smoking some Canadian weed when he wrote it.
…it really doesn’t matter.