“It’s not about having things figured out, or about communicating with other people, trying to make them understand what you understand. It’s about a chicken dinner at a drive-in. A soft pillow. Things that don’t need explaining.” Anne Beattie
Some of the things that don’t need explaining from this end-of-summer trip to the Cape are the smell of salt air and cedar, and being welcomed home. Unpacking the car in record time because I learned long ago that I don’t need to bring nearly as much as I think I do.
Dr. Sunwolf said, “People overestimate the pleasure they’ll get from having more stuff. This does not apply to new rose bushes, crayons, or yarn stashes.” For me it doesn’t apply to espresso, comfortable shoes and my camera. It doesn’t apply to a steno pad for notes or my laptop to create from those notes.
The best things in life are not things. More things that require no explanation are visits from friends, spending time catching up and dining out. Becoming an important destination for their much needed quick adventure is an honor and a joy.
Morning walks to the beach with friends, or without them, but never without dogs. If you can’t experience joy yourself I defy you to not see it in a couple of condo dogs playing in a back yard. Running and rolling in the grass should be part of every vacation.
Who can explain why one would wake early while on vacation? Sleep in? Not when the Cape is having the best weather of the year, not when you can have the beach to yourself with a screaming hot latte and the September sun and certainly not when your books are begging to be read.
The best things in life are free; Acting as personal paparazzi to your favorite people. Meeting new people, enjoying music, and trying new foods all fall into the free or nearly free category.
Being welcomed home to the Cape brings with it the ritual of making dinner for dear friends and sharing lively conversation for hours. Nothing brings me more joy than cooking for friends, gathering around the table with wine and music and letting the hours roll by.
“It just took some people a little longer than others to realize how few words they needed to get by, how much of life they could negotiate in silence.” ― Tom Perrotta
At the end of the day, the most important thing is to have a moment of quiet to reflect and bless the events of the day. Each day brought with it something to be thankful about and something to tuck away for cold winter days.
At week’s end I’m always happy to get home, it’s not much different on Stowe Lane than being away, many of the rituals and things that require no explanation are the same. The ride home is always easy, our bed is far more comfortable and welcomed and our memories vivid. Only thing missing is the beach and the smell of salt air and cedar.