Squeezing the last of summer out of the toothpaste tube

Falmouth, the view from the Raw Bar

Rainbow Pedi

Wait, it's not over yet. There's still one more crack at summer with  a girl's road trip because I have the excuse of picking Peter up off of Martha's Vineyard. And one last rainbow pedicure So I got to grab one of my dearest friends and drive with her up to Falmouth to see another one of my/our dearest friends. 



Susan

Jane

Susan and Jane and I have been friends for more than 25 years. We have been through everything together, significant birthday celebrations, divorces, births, deaths, baptisms and breakups and forays into lives we could have never imagined when we met. Susan has a summer house in Cape Cod, Jane lives in Virginia, which for me might as well be in Texas. So we've seen each other less over the years, but when we get back together it is seamless.

At this point there are stockpiles of memories that between the three of us can be built up to bear some resemblance to the truth.

The ride up here took 11.5 hours. Yes. Jane and I had  time to catch up on the last decade. But once here at the heavenly hostess house, we were so happy. So pampered. Susan's guest rooms are like hotel rooms, right down to the white bathrobe in the closet.

Today, we slept in and then went to work out together at Susan's health club. Yes, this is something you choose to do on vacations in 2013; then we scored our Starbucks; went to the Raw Bar for a lobster roll; and then strolled around in downtown Falmouth to see and be seen.

Lobster roll

Lunch menu

There is a neighboring rooster who has been crowing Cock a Doodle Doo all day. That thing about their only doing it at dawn is an urban myth. How would urbanites know anyway?

Tomorrow, retrieval of my son the a Capella singer who just sent us to a link to a new TV ad for a Mini Golf  place that featured the Vineyard Sound. Check it out Island Cove Adventures

It's the "happiest day of the year"



Let your pedicure be the only blue thing about you

“Feeling good today? You are not alone. It’s August 11, which is, except Christmastime, the happiest day of the year in this country. Or at least the day with the lowest rate of depression, according to Google searches,” New York Times, Sunday August 11, 2013  

I woke up a bit melancholic wondering where the hell this summer has gone. I have only been to my pool and tennis club three times this summer, and none of them to linger by the pool. Two weeks from tomorrow my younger son starts his senior year of high school. Two weeks from tomorrow I have to retrieve my older son from his-best-summer-job-ever on Martha’s Vineyard. Five days later he goes back to college. My summer pedicure is receding.

But then I read in the New York Times, so it must be true, that today is the happiest day of the year. It’s never too late to start your day over, as they say, so I got right on it.

I got my hair done at the Dry Bar and I had a manicure, deeply engaged in The New Yorker during each pampering service.  The Rogers Cup men’s finals starts at 3 p.m.; the Nationals at 5 p.m.; and rejoice, oh rejoice, Mr. Walter White returns to our living rooms at 9:00 p.m.  Could Google have known that our happiness would coincide with the “final episodes” of Breaking Bad? No. Coincidence, I think not.

Summer’s not over. Technically there are six weeks left. Freshen up your pedicure and go lie by the pool and read War and Peace, for one of my more demanding book clubs. Really, I’d hire you to read it for me.

Check back with me February 27^th, the day with the highest depression rate. Start planning now.