By tomorrow, we will have spent six of the past seven days out of the house we now call home. All of this time away from Beacon Hill Friends House comes courtesy of, well, friends of another sort.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday we were in New Hampshire with Mystery & Dee, friends from college in Indiana.
There’s no road to their place, known in the local lingo as a “camp.” Mystery picked us up in their skiff, its 9.9 hp outboard skittering us across Lake Massasecum in no time. One of the pleasures of life in these 60s is reconnecting with adults we knew as children of friends. Fun to hang out with Sarah and her friend, Jackie.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we’re with Jean and Fran and Corinne. Jean and Carol are friends from high school in Kentucky.
Their place on Cape Cod is fully accessible by car, but turning right instead of left out of the driveway puts you on gravel instead of asphalt.
For a while this afternoon, I did some more of that in the hammock.
I lay back and stared up for a long time, watching a spider make its way across the rope to the bark and straight up past where I could see.
Who knew doin’ nuthin’ could be so satisfying?
Your preferred methods of accomplishing exactly nothing?