She asked me if I’d be using a new song for Part 2. Part 1 was the ever-luminous Eddie Money’s “Baby Hold On.” I added the comma after “Baby” in the title because I’m comma-happy like that. Did I ever tell you that I met Eddie Money..kinda? My rock DJ sister was helping to host a Hot Air Balloon event in New Jersey, and Eddie Money was a musical guest. I’m pretty sure he was drunk or on drugs, or just happy, but he kinda stumbled and smiled and waved at me. It’s all good, Eddie Money. I was not drunk or on drugs but I was suffering slight dehydration and heat overload and I was stumbling and smiling and waving at people too.
Two peas in a pod. Eddie Money + Me.
So Dana really made me think that I wanted to reference a song again. I love finding songs. I didn’t know how I’d narrow it down because it seems it just happens so flawlessly – I hear them on the radio or I walk around with them in my head because they fit a mood. A feeling. A theme. And I knew it could work with any number of songs, but after editing my photos to the music of Bruce Hornsby, “Fields of Gray” won out. It was a gray trip. Those gray skies and backdrops were colored in by vivid clothing and smiles and flowers and water. Colorful moods and feelings and themes. There is color to find inside all of the gray.
And a whole lotta love.
We stumbled upon a sign for a lighthouse that I asked Peggy (mother-in-law 2) about. It seems on a clear day, you can see forever(ish). On a foggy day, you can’t.
That reminds me, as all foggy days do, of the time we tried to go to Mount Rushmore. We asked the cashier if the conditions were good for viewing that day. She pointed at a big mass of nothingness behind her and said, “See that? That’s Mount Rushmore.” So we turned right around and went on our merry way across the country.
We couldn’t go to the top of the lighthouse because Scarlet didn’t meet the height requirement, but we bought her a turtle with a baby that fits neatly in its shell, so she was happy.
Later that day we explored the town of Wellfleet and found an intriguing bridge, but it was almost nightfall and we were a little lost, so we decided to go the next morning:
This might be my favorite from the whole trip (below). Tough to choose.
Peggy picked some heather and put it in the stroller but Scarlet pushed it onto Des’ head, by accident. He was displeased.
There were thousands of little crabs on our sandy walk.
Scarlet was freaked out by them because they were crawling around our feet, so we left. It wasn’t until the next day, the last day, that we actually went to a beach! We started on the ocean side but there was a pleasant sign warning us of sharks, jellyfish and dangerous riptides, and the wind was so fierce it nearly knocked us over. So we went to the calm (but just as cold) bay.
Once I took the hood off of his raincoat, he stopped sneering or looking down the whole time. Oh, to see and hear again!
Peggy got Scarlet’s dress at a vintage store. She calls it her “Princess Jasmine” dress. Whatever works.
“Walk On The Ocean” by Toad the Wet Sprocket just started on my Pandora as I write this..
This was nothing like our beach vacations when I was a kid. It was no more or less special.
I’m stunned by the amount of faces Des makes that are totally my own from childhood.
I’m stunned by everything Scarlet does. You know she hates pictures, right? I have to bribe her or sneak them. I mostly sneak them.
And mostly, those are my favorite ones.
As I wrote in my last post, leaving was a jumble of activity and exhaustion. Before we drove away, Peggy said: “There’s always a next time.” What a gift – the promise of a forever(ish) next time. Right now, I plan to have many, many next times.
There’s always a next time, Peggy?
I’ll hold you to it.
“There’ll be blue skies falling
There’ll be sad scenes and bad dreams
In a world so uncertain
Through the clouds it’s hard to see
I will grab you and lift you
As you hold on tight and sway
We’ll go walking
Across the fields of gray” — Bruce Hornsby