There is nothing like sitting on the deck after a morning walk on the beach reading the Sunday New York Times, even if it does happen to be the New Jersey edition of the paper. What makes it even better is knowing I'll be here for the week. I usually do spend a week here in the summer but last year I was going to Paris and times didn't work so I only spent a few days.
Before I forget, a quick note to the New York Times Company. I think somebody needs to build you a newspaper vending machine that takes dollar bills or, better yet, takes cell phone payment like in Japan. I don't mind paying the $6 for the Times but $6 is a hell of a lot of change to come up with in the morning.
I've been using this house for years and some of the neighbors are the same as when I was a kid. I had to laugh because when I arrived yesterday one of them yelled congrats at me as I unloaded and I had no idea why I was being congratulated. Than I realized, I'm the queer neighbor and it was because of the court decisions on marriage. For that and other reasons I have declared this week to be Fred's Gay Pride week. Eventually I shall have to inform the people at Fred's.
The time I spend here always feels like a recharge of sorts. I do a lot of walking on the beach and in town. Visit the same galleries, sit in Fred's, and eat at Sylvester's which happens to be the best seafood restaurant ever. Sylvester's is a fish market on the bay side of Avalon and it looks the part. I also eat a lot of peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, because that's what we took on the beach when I was a kid, and fresh fruit off the truck that drives around.
I also read, I read a lot, I was told I read too much because I packed four books for a week long stay. The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty, The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers, The Art Forger by B.A. Shapiro, and The Future by Al Gore. I also have a stack of magazines with Moroccan pottery in them because I'm suddenly obsessed with Moroccan pottery, I have no idea why.
Most of all I like to do a lot of nothing whether walking on the beach or sitting on the deck watching lightning above the horizon. Doing nothing is an activity that gets harder and harder to do as one gets older.
Before I forget, a quick note to the New York Times Company. I think somebody needs to build you a newspaper vending machine that takes dollar bills or, better yet, takes cell phone payment like in Japan. I don't mind paying the $6 for the Times but $6 is a hell of a lot of change to come up with in the morning.
I've been using this house for years and some of the neighbors are the same as when I was a kid. I had to laugh because when I arrived yesterday one of them yelled congrats at me as I unloaded and I had no idea why I was being congratulated. Than I realized, I'm the queer neighbor and it was because of the court decisions on marriage. For that and other reasons I have declared this week to be Fred's Gay Pride week. Eventually I shall have to inform the people at Fred's.
The time I spend here always feels like a recharge of sorts. I do a lot of walking on the beach and in town. Visit the same galleries, sit in Fred's, and eat at Sylvester's which happens to be the best seafood restaurant ever. Sylvester's is a fish market on the bay side of Avalon and it looks the part. I also eat a lot of peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, because that's what we took on the beach when I was a kid, and fresh fruit off the truck that drives around.
I also read, I read a lot, I was told I read too much because I packed four books for a week long stay. The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty, The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers, The Art Forger by B.A. Shapiro, and The Future by Al Gore. I also have a stack of magazines with Moroccan pottery in them because I'm suddenly obsessed with Moroccan pottery, I have no idea why.
Most of all I like to do a lot of nothing whether walking on the beach or sitting on the deck watching lightning above the horizon. Doing nothing is an activity that gets harder and harder to do as one gets older.
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