Cape Cod or Bust, Garth (not his real name) fuh-bid!
I nearly tripped over this basket of sage sticks while in Provincetown this weekend (I know, like in Massachusetts, read on!) and swore I could hear fate hollering: heeeeeeeeere's your sign.
If you've been reading my blog for any length of time (most especially, this past summer) then you already know: the #FUBAR runs deep in these here parts.
Which is why I was a little hesitant about the last-minute, "Hey I got an idea, how about you and the kids getaway for the weekend", road trip courtesy of my husband Garth (not his real name) in a last ditch-effort to give them SOMETHING vacation-ish to write about in school.
Aaaaaand, since they are off from school on Monday and Tuesday for Rosh Hashanah (Shanah Tovah, to all my Jewish friends!) while my husband, on the other hand, is not (dammit!) the timing was sort of good-ish.
On the other, other hand: it is, at the very least, a 5+hour car drive through 5 states of traffic (NJ, NY, CT, RI, MA, enough said!) ALL BY MYSELF.
Moving onto the foot: then again, he knows that my friends find his random acts of spontaneity to be very, very sexy...me, too!
So, I texted my friend Sue (a.k.a. As Cape Cod Turns) that night, to let her know that we'd be in town the next night (or, since I had to wait for the kids to get home from school and we'd probably get in around midnight, the day after that) so as to give her plenty of time to...you know...go out, make plans, stock up on some extra sage sticks, or something.
The funny thing is she then told her parents, who then offered up their downstairs for us to stay and so on...and so on...and...well...yes, they are SUPER AWESOME like that.
We've been going to the Cape since fuh-evuh...as far as the kids are concerned...so they made a list of their favorite memories and it was my job to squeeze 2 weeks of vacation...into 3 days...besides driving them...ummmmm...EVERYWHERE!...and back again, I mean.
[rolls up sleeves]
I woke everyone up at the buttcrack of dawn, each day, kissed our hosts good morning/goodbye and off we went.
We spent the most of our first day remembering the last 18, 16, 13 and 11 summers (or most of them, anyway) by sharing stories of sand castles and mermaid toe nails, as we walked along the familiar paths at our forever beach.
Twilight in Chatham is AMAZING, truly. I took these with my non-iPhone and I can only imagine what these images would look like when captured with a REAL camera (mine's broken, I'm not surprised either)!
Good thing Heather was allowed to borrow a REAL camera from school and how cool is it to be able to work, on your homework, at the beach...with me spotting her...as if she were executing somersaults off the highest of high bars (see #FUBAR) right?!?
Holly was scheduled to work (dammit!) but, was able to get Monday off from her equally AWESOME boss and, considering the days of our being able to vacation together as a family are becoming far and few between (see last parenthesis) I treasure capturing these random moments of "Squeeee!" more than a bucketful of sand dollars.
As my kids continue to grow and find their paths in life, all I can do now is watch and hope that their fates are kind(er) to them.
It's been 3 years since our last visit to Provincetown and, at 13, the boy is already taller than his oldest sister, me AND his father. His feet alone have grown at least 5 sizes since last summer, when my family first met Sue and her awesome family IRL!
Although we didn't get to do EVERYTHING on their lists (the boy wanted to take a ride on a boat and the rest of us, you know, didn't) and we ALL missed Garth (not his real name) terribly, it is unanimous: our last-minute, "Hey I got an idea, how about you and the kids getaway for the weekend", road trip to Cape Cod was SO NOT a bust.
[shiver]
Next time YOU drive, sweetie (that's what SHE said) woo-hoo!
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