It’s been 3 weeks since I have been away from the blogosphere. Now there is a lot of pressure staring at this blank post. How do I return with a big enough splash to warrant the empty pages left by my busy life? Even today, with all the time in the world to write, I am at a loss for something spectacular to discuss with my followers, so I will just sit here with my adult beverage and talk about what I have been up to on my vacation.
It’s been 5 days since I attended Greekfest with my favorite Greek family, the Plessas’.
We braved long lines for food (but no lines for drinks!) and enjoyed Greek food, Greek beer, Greek music, and traditional Greek dancing. My friend Nik danced with two of the groups and did an amazing job (go Nik!!). We ended up running into 4 of John’s siblings and had a really fun family celebration. The Greek coffee kept me awake much of the night, so I had a lot of time to reflect on how much fun it was! Pictured above: Bridgette, myself, John, and his sister Therese.
It’s been 4 days since I went off to the Greenwood Winery for Music Among the Vines, where the band Stroke was to perform. The Band Wives (and husbands) braved the first burst of pounding rain to get a table under the tent and then enjoyed a cocktail while the powers that be tried to decide whether the show would go on. The pavilion was just too drenched, with more showers coming, and they had to postpone.
We left and took the party to Jeff and Jackie’s, where we were treated to the stylings of some of the band guys. Always willing to cater to the crowd, they played Born on the Bayou and Already Gone, my two favorites!! Here are John and Jeff with a really cute photobomber.
It’s been 3 days since I was at Great Camp Sagamore, for another round of black flies and Day Ja Voo. The band was performing for the participants of the Black Fly Challenge, a bike race near Raquette Lake. It was all blue sky and gentle breezes that afternoon, but black flies kept the guys from playing outdoors. Afterwards we broke down the show in the Main Lodge and went acoustic in the Playroom.
Back in the day, the Vanderbilts and their guests would gather here to shoot billiards, play ping-pong, or play cards, surrounded by mounted heads of various animals that had been hunted near the camp. We played at what we did best: music. The guys jammed for a few more hours there as we fumbled to remember lyrics without our ipads. Chick and I were treated to the rarest of performances: For Baby For Bobbie (originally sung by John Denver). Pictured are Vinnie, Jeff, and Bryan, some of the Day Ja Voo guys.
It’s been 2 days since I traveled from Great Camp Sagamore to the Sagamore Bridge onto Cape Cod. I found the Cape around 25 years ago when I worked in Massachusetts. I love to travel here just about every year. The beaches, bookstores, and seafood feed my soul. I can sit on the shore for hours listening to the water coming into, or sometimes pounding onto the shore.
My first stop was, as usual, the Chatham Squire for a burger and a beer with my host, Judy.
It’s been 1 day since I started my first book. Judy and I each bring a bagful of books to share. She has all sorts of friends come to visit her during her month long stay in Chatham and they are busy with all kinds of activities, but when it is just the two of us, we read. Anything and everything we can get our hands on. We hit two bookstores before noon; that’s what I call a good day .Typically I go through one book a day, whether I am perched on a beach chair on Hardings Beach or curled up in the comfy chair in the living room of the cottage on a cloudy, rainy day like yesterday.
Today will be more of the same. We are heading out to yet another bookstore this morning while we wait for the clouds to burn off and the sun to warm the wind on the beach. I will pack my lunch and my next book and my old magazines that I promised myself I would finish this trip. I will sit on the beach for hours, then return home with a smile on my face that comes with complete contentment.