Lonely. So Lonely

I am all alone in the house today. I sent Oliver to the cape with this Grampie because I am simply not around enough this week end for it to be fair to keep Oliver here when he could be in the cape, sniffing after chipmunks, picking up ticks and getting regular scratches behind the ears from all the guests.

Dad called shortly after arriving in the Cape with Oliver to ask where his dog bed was. He also told me that when Oliver followed him out to the van to head to the cape, Oliver reached the van, looked around, saw I wasn't with them and B-lined it back to the house where he sat in front of the door, staring at it waiting to be let back in. Dad said he got him back into the van and gave him lots of attention on the drive there and that now Oliver is happy as a clam to be at Scott's End. And who wouldn't be - my dog's no idiot.

But, now the house is empty and quite lonely. It's strange. I lived alone for so long but now have gotten used to at least some commotion at all times. It's especially strange to not have my pooch beneath my feet wherever I go. I confess one of the reasons I dislike it so much is because it gives me a taste of what it will be like eventually, you know, YEARS from now, when I no longer have Oliver.

Day Caper

Since I try to avoid posting when it basically translates into whining, I have not been posting much lately. Not that life is terrible, because it certainly isn't. I have two legs. They are handy and that's good.

I was talking with a close friend of mine recently, who's family lives on the same block as mine and we were lamenting about the condition of our families; broken ankles, kidney stones, colds, ear infections, seizure disorders; it just seems to be all around us. And now, Oliver appears to be having his yearly allotted eye ulcer. I don't have the money to fix it really - I wonder if super glue is out of the question? Oh, wait, I'd have to find the super glue in the carriage house full of boxes which used to be my apartment.

On Saturday, Dad and I went on a little trip to the Cape. I think it's an excuse really, for him to go the Bourne's very thorough dump. He likes it. It's fun. You show-up there with a van busting at it's soldered points with cardboard, catalogs, Styrofoam and more and you leave with nothing. It's very therapeutic, really. And I like a day to myself with Papa Bear.

There's always the car dance, of course. With the dogs. They must come with us. There is one seat in the back for them to share and whatever side Oliver's on, Bootsie MUST be there too. Like, right where YOU are, Oliver! RIGHT THERE! At first, this led to Oliver teetering on the edge of the seat while Bootsie leaned on him in an effort to herd him from his spot because actually, it's her spot, don't you know?

When we made our first stop for a breakfast for the road, I moved the dogs so Oliver was on the side of the seat which abuts the car door. This way, Bootsie could take all the room she wanted and not shove him off the seat. But sure enough, Oliver's view out the window was better than what Bootsie had, so she shoved and shoved until Oliver was smashed-up against the window and finally, he somehow climbed over her to go back to where he started. Of course, he was laying down on the seat at this point and lowering your center of gravity clearly makes shoving you less interesting to Bootsie because she left him alone.

We made a stop at Scott's End, too, just to check on things. The minute we made the turn onto Wing's Neck Trust, Bootsie started to cry. Whimper. With excitement of where we were going. They always know. We opened the van doors and they shot out of the van like it was on fire. Each one in a different direction. They love it there. The room to run and of course, an ocean for Bootsie to jump into a day after she's been groomed. Because really, what's the point of being groomed if you can't completely ruin it with some salty water and sand fleas the very next day?

they played nice on the ride home, too tired to shove each other around.

Hermit Crab Race

Fun from the cape, which I meant to post long ago. I particularly love Lilly at the very end, giving her crab a talking to...

Untitled from C.M. Scott on Vimeo.

Cape

It's been a nice weekend at Scott's End, even though Saturday was gloomy and gray and clammy.

The brother's tackle a puzzle together.

The found turtle which Mom named Trevor before setting it free again.

My favorite from today. My first cousin's husband and their son, Nino.

Fun Fun

How most feel when they arrive at Scott's End...

Cape Arrival from C.M. Scott on Vimeo.

Cape Cod Some More

Fun and relaxation at Scott's End continues, though we have lost our wi-fi network, so the updating of this week-end may be delayed. Saturday night's dinner was Persian. Made by Ada, who lives in the home which stands back to back (though there are backyards between them) to my house, the meal was preceded by a lovely story about hospitality customs of a typical Persian home. Through-out the meal, some of us were asked to read a few Persian proverbs and sayings which Ada had found in her cookbook. Lit by the stars and the candle lit lanterns on the long table top, we enjoyed the meal on the brick porch in he back of the house.

Oliver continues to enjoy himself here, though he is ever hopeful that lizards will appear and never hesitates to have a little looks for them when he discovers little spaces in the house and bushes surrounding it. Now that my brother and sister-in-law have shown up with their sweet dog, the house is a regular Dr. Doolittle vacation getaway.

I'm still not sleeping terribly well. I woke the other morning, and not having a bedroom to clean-up in an effort to make it my own, I found my mind wandering to the how to make a living situation. I woke at three this morning with the same thoughts going through my head. I woke again when others in the house began to stir around seven. So, I appreciate, thoroughly, the big fat nap I've just woken up from.

Maureen, who is Ada's daughter, and soon to be married, and I went to Target with Mom yesterday. While living in West Palm Beach, I enjoyed meeting from time to time with some other board-game players - Monkey's Delight - we called it, and Maureen and I have decided that doing some game-playing meeting up would be fun.

I can't really wrap my brain around being here. I'm very content, but it is strange. I hadn't really thought it would happen this way, really. It's nice to hear people say, "Welcome back to Boston!" or for me to realize that I don't have to rush really, for quality with this person or that person because I have only three and a half days in the area left. I have unlimited days at the moment.

The job hunt is non-existent right now, and I am trying to be OK with that.