We spent Memorial Day weekend on the Cape. If you're not from these parts, that means Cape Cod. My in-laws retired there 10 years ago, which was a stroke of fantastic luck for us. We can often be found squatting there on sunny weekends.
They live on the Lower Cape, which is the elbow, forearm, and fist of the flexing peninsula. I always mix this up because the Lower Cape is actually further north than most of the rest of the Cape, including the Upper Cape. Doesn't matter, though, since there's nothing to see here. You hear that? Nothing at all. Might as well stay in Hyannis.
Here are some pictures from our stay, where I lifted not a finger except maybe to change a diaper once per day. Maybe.
A canopy of wisteria.
Sunday morning doughnuts (the way they're supposed to be) from Hole-in-One Donuts in Orleans.
Random rowboat seen from the dock.
Flower amidst the gravel.
Grandpa P's shish kebabs with brown rice and corn.
The End.
What a great story. I love a happy ending.
Cranky's parents lived in Falmouth. And then they died. Which, I think, was sort of a happy ending. Not a sad one, which is good.
Posted by: cookiecrumb | May 29, 2007 at 04:30 PM
CC: Did you inherit the Cape house? That would have been a happy ending, indeed.
Posted by: Tammy | May 29, 2007 at 09:51 PM
No, there were two other siblings (one of whom thought he'd keep the house for himself and "let" the others visit -- until we told him he'd have to buy the other two out). I'm glad we don't live there.
Posted by: cookiecrumb | May 31, 2007 at 02:07 PM