HOME AGAIN

Yesterday, around noontime, Mme Bouvier (my grandmother) and I set out for home on the Cape. As we came nearer Boston and then heading South the weather got cooler and cooler. We had left a sunny day and temps in the low 70*s behind us. ;-( Temps on the Cape, with the ocean breezes, are in the low 50*s. . . into the low 40*s at night. Brrrrrr. . ..

It is good to be home, with the O'Shea clan gathering to celebrate Easter together. We went to Holy Thursday Mass at St. Peter's in Provincetown, commemorating the Lord's Last Supper. Today, Good Friday we will attend the services at 3 o'clock remembering the death of Jesus on the Cross.

Friday night or Saturday my brother and his wife and two sons arrive. My sister and her son and daughter and my favorite brother-in-law (hahaaa.. .I have only ONE!) arrive on Saturday.
The kids call me "Unca Justi" from when they were quite young and so I remain Unca. . .hahaaaa

This morning I went for a walk along the beach below our home built high on the Dunes. . . .

This is a photo of the wrap-around porch on our home. . .where as a little kid I used to race
around on my three-wheeler. . . .;-)

It was great being down there on the beach, "away from it all". . .there
wasn't a soul in sight. . .no body either, hahahaa. . . I had the beach all to myself.. . .just the sound of the waves lapping on the beach. . .and the seagulls, of course, yelling at each other "Where's the food!?" Now and then one of them swoops closer to see if maybe I might be hauling a treasure of goodies to satisfy their endless appetites. No luck. We don't feed the gulls. . .don't want them camping out on our house with their runny droppings. Their hanging-out can ruin a place. . . .once you start feeding them, they reward you.

I didn't have a lot of time with Peter last evening: he had 4 a.m. open-up early shift at the bakery this morning. . .and I was tired from just being a student. . .LOL. . .and needed the sleep. It was good being in my own room, at home, sleeping in my own big bed. . .just all the security and memories and good feelings that go with a love-in place come out to greet and enfold me when I come home.

Peter is well and his usual hunky loving self. . .easy affection and comfortableness together. . . .all the sometimes imagined worries/fearing or wonderings just melt away with the warmth of his presence. He has that quiet way about him which just erases the questions and doubts. Being with him makes me aware, again, just how good it all is. . . and I am whole and alive, energized and at peace. . . A lot of the restlessness I have been feeling and whining about just ease away when we are together. . in the NOW. . . the present moment. . .no plans, stuff we have to DO. . .just being able to BE and it is good, very good indeed.

Later at 3 o'clock we will go to church for the Good Friday services remembering the death of Jesus. . . then family together for supper. . . and Peter will be with us, with me. Happily my kinda-uptight brother ( I say 'kinda' cuz he isn't still quite sure he is crazy about having a gay younger brother who has a boyfriend. . .LOL) does get aong very well with Peter who really is one of the family. My sister-in-law is okay with the whole scene. . . .and the boys. . .."well, this is just the way it is and it's fine and Peter is Unca Justi's good friend and one of us all" My sister has been super-cool with the whole gay thing from the beginning of my coming OUT. Their kids are like my brother's two: no big deal: this is just the way it is. Sweet.

So as noon-time approaches I realize I am hungry and my stomach is gurgling. . . .all the salty air and ocean and sand and dunes and . . .well, I am a "growing boy" still. . . ..and like the seagulls I want "Food. . .glorious foood. . . ." hehe

ciao, duuudes. .. ;)
~~~ justin