Yesterday was pleasant but unremarkable, so here we are with today.
1) Coffee chatter with a housemate on, among other things, project management.
2) Late on a gray morning I decided to take the recommendation of a friend and explore a different cemetery, the Winthrop Street Cemetery, which is Provincetown’s very first burying ground. Essentially an overgrown sand dune, I was impressed with the near-pristine condition of many of its marble tombstones, the piney tree cover, and the presence of Mrs. on several of the tombstones.
3) Notable graves included an obelisk listing the three husbands of one woman (usually it’s the other way around, isn’t it?), a small stone for five young children, and a couple whose graves were divided by the sandy path.
And in death they shall just appear divided.
4) Then a late breakfast at the bar the Post Office Café, where I was immersed in an atmosphere of exceedingly loud “Oh Mary!” style camp (which I often practice myself, as you very well know.)
5) Vodka was always the bottle to bring to Casa Gizmo, but suddenly everyone’s drinking gin. So I picked up a bottle and was amused by the sign on the exit door. And then later by the tip jar at Pop and Dutch. My love to double entendre is going to get me in trouble.
6) Shoals of confused people on Comical Street just standing in the way while the rain came down like Shakespeare’s Quality of Mercy.
7) Connie’s Bakery turned out to be the perfect place to pick up dessert for dinner this evening. I ended up with four slices of their Walk of Shame pastry; I don’t remember the schtick the counterman used to describe it, but sweet mercy goodness.
7a) The woman behind the counter added to that with the cheerful rhyme “You’ve got no class if you don’t eat ___.” And I thought “I need to floss now.”
8) Back at the house the weekend guests had arrived. Over a light late lunch we covered many topics, not least the comparative virtues and vices of the two ferry companies.
7) And now, it’s naptime!