Dinner Out
I thought it would be criminal to be in the midst of excellent restaurants for a week, and not partake. Plus: no internet at the place I’m staying — except for an intermittent signal from some distant neighbors who left their wifi open to all comers (thank you, kind local family). So I thought I’d look for a place for coffee and internet, and then some nice seafood.
The coffee with internet place was closed! At 5PM! Winter hours in a New England seaside tourist site.
But their free wifi was still up. Still, I couldn’t quite see sitting in my car on the main drag, posting on the web.
Okay, I wanted isolation — I got it!
I went to the Deli for coffee, no wifi. I wrote lots longhand, with my fountain pen, which was lovely.
Deli had a nice view
Then I shambled over to a nearby restaurant, hoping for great seafood.
Possibly their chef was on vacation. It being, you know, winter. No tourists. I won’t mention the name — I don’t want to put you off, they’re probably better in the summer.
Can't seem to get enough of that harbor view...
Downside of big dinners: sleepiness. I shall remember this the next time I don’t want to waste valuable thinking/writing/reading/research time on a nap.
Still, glad I got out of the house at least once!
I keep forgetting how much I love being by the ocean.
The stars at night are better than home (but would be better still if not for another neighbor with a GREAT BIG GLARING SECURITY LIGHT that he has, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to share with THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD all night long).
I keep looking out to sea….
But, what is this island? What's on it? Who goes there?
