Home for the Holidays

For the third morning in  row I have awakened in my own room, and stood here looking out the windows. . .there are six of them. . .and not another building in sight!  The absolutely wonderful event of SPACE!  No one looking out their window. . . just across the alley. . .and no concern for what I might be wearing or not wearing. . .Over the last few years I have consciously worked on what I call "the Attitude of Gratitude" - - being deliberately grateful for everything, big or small, in my life. . . .I look out over the scrub pine which is peculiar to dunes areas along the Cape. . . .and other places with a proximity to The Ocean, the winds, salt air and all those other peculiar qualities of living here. . . it is about 45*f. and "partly cloudy" which means, too, it is also "partly sunny". . . .so this morning I take the time to allow The Gratitude to wash over me. . . 
just sorta breathing in and breathing out. . . .and I realize again how blessed, how fortunate I am . . . .with all that has been given to me..  . . for it is all gift. . . .freely given and freely gratefully received.

Late afternoon on Wednesday, after having completed and turned in all the required "matters of consequence",  Grandmama and I loaded into the Fit all of our varied treasures and necessities of life and headed South-SouthEast toward the Cape and Home.  As it was "that time of day" when highway traffic gets heavier and more people just want to get home, I veered away from the routes which would eventually force me to join the "Boston Escape Routes", instead aiming for route 495 South and then curling Eastward. . . .
conditions  were still "breath-able" and we could move along fairly well, with lots of space --- an important word for me these days, I notice --- between cars and trucks.  For me 495 is a much better route than Int 93 headed South to the Cape. It was already getting dark when we left the "mainland", crossed the Bourne Bridge and picked up Route Six which begins, in the West, to the South of San Francisco, wends and winds its way across the USA, eventually coming to its terminus at the end of CapeCod outside of Provincetown.  It is the major route on the Cape.


It was quite dark, and very quiet when we turned into "our" road into The Dunes, and then there they were: the welcoming lights at our destination:  HOME.   As we drove toward the side steps to that big Porch, aka Veranda. . ;-)). . .Mom and Dad came out to meet us. . . Soon we had Mme Bouvier . . .my Mom's Mother. . .and all her many parcels and packages into the house. . . I made the several trips to her room on the main floor on the back of the house and got her things settled, and then upstairs to my room to dump my stuff  . . . .stuff is such a lovely word: it covers "a multitude of sin, junk and treasure". . hahahhaaaa.

Supper was ready. . . .I had been inhaling the aromas. . . .lobster bisque. . . .with a heavy dollop of sherry, I  could detect. . the big nose has to be good for something!. hehe. . the alcohol had long evaporated but left its distinct aroma and taste to the soup. Man, it tasted good. . . with enough lobster to know  it had done more than just wiggle in and  out of the broth!. . .nice crusty Portuguese rolls, and small salad of greens, with avacado and cherry tomatoes. . . .yummmers!  ;-). . . with a nice, light, sparkling beverage. . . . ;-)


I best get moving, dressed, a cuppa or two. . .and to work: today is set-up and decorate the Christmas tree.   More later. . . . ;-)