. . . I was getting ready to take off with my
friend Emily on a furniture-stalking Friday
adventure, headed for an estate sale.
We didn't make it to the estate sale, as we detoured
to a secondhand shop and found a nifty antique desk.
A little Old English and Feed'n'Wax, and it was ready for primetime.
So we hauled it down to my booth at Somerville Center Antiques,
and settled it in. After lunch at Kyma, a fabulous Greek restaurant
just down the street from the antiques mall.
Emily helps me a lot with the booth. I "pay" her in lunches. It works.
Bonus: our waiter spotted us wrestling with the desk,
and carried it into the shop for us. How nice was that?
Now this guy pulled our car to a screeching halt outside
Wickham's farm stand in Cutchogue on eastern Long Island on
Saturday morning. His nose detected the scent of
fresh, hot, greasy, homemade cinnamon donuts.
That is a serious doughnut face.
Our weekend getaway to the beach house was excellent.
We were very busy doing absolutely nothing.
Well, we ate. We ate well.
Here's Howard leaving Southold Fish Market with our takeout lunch.
Lobster roll and . . .
At the end of a narrow road, we found this,
a secluded beach on Long Island Sound.
That dark strip on the horizon is Connecticut.
Later that day, we'd watch the sun set over Connecticut
while dining out with my cousin and her husband.
I love Long Island Sound.
Not many boats out just then.
And looking in the other direction . . . .
Our weekend away was quiet, and just what we needed
after the emotional week just past.
Now I'm off to work today at the antiques mall.
Play nice, my friends -- Cass