We three Bowmans can’t seem to sleep in together when we’re on vacation or away from home. I guess it’s hard to sleep when a new world is at your fingertips. On our first day of vacation, Scarlet woke up early and so Cassidy did too. On the second day, Scarlet and I slept in while Cassidy got up at 5:00 am. He managed to fish in the ocean at daybreak, see a whale or two from the shore, and then heroically provide Dunkin Donuts coffee, bagels and donuts to a dozen or so people before me and Scarlet had even opened our eyes. On the third day, Scarlet stood up in her crib and gave such a highly praised dialogue, that I had to grudgingly get up with her:
“Oh! Hi, Dada. Fresh diaper? How’d you sleep? Are you happy? Oh! Hi, Mama. Fresh diaper? How’d you sleep? Are you happy?”
I couldn’t resist that. I’m skipping ahead, though. The following took place Day 2.
Cassidy’s cousin has an eleven-year-old daughter and I was astounded that they could sleep in as late as they wanted. Even if their daughter wakes up, she’s ok getting her own breakfast and doing her own thing. It can be like that!?
After we had all been well fed, it was Scarlet’s first trip to the beach. Now you have to understand – I wasn’t prepared. I’m from Jersey and the Jersey shore is very crowded. I lived in San Francisco and most people aren’t crazy enough to swim in the frigid ocean. Cape Cod is different. You can swim in the water and you aren’t fighting for prime beach real estate.
This was 10 or 11:00 am! In July! We’re not talking off season. We were almost alone.
The waves were too fierce for major body surfing and swimming, at least for me. Everyone else got their a**es kicked properly. I imagine they were feeling the pain for days.
After the beach, we took a warm, unshowered trip to Provincetown. It was Bear Week which celebrates big, burly, hairy men. It was a nonstop party. These were some crazy lawn statues.
“French fries too hot!”
The rest of the afernoon was spent chilling out at the beach house. There may have been dinner. I was nursing a sun hangover, but luckily no burn. People, wear sunscreen! I can’t say this enough.
Just when I thought the adventure was over, it wasn’t. We all split into two groups – those going to the bay to watch the sun set and those going to the ocean to watch the moon rise. We were the sunset group – just the three of us. We went to an empty part of the bay and I was surprised to find no one else around to watch such a beautiful show. But, wait. There were two people walking on the beach! Two very familiar people. Small world.
An ex once said, “The sun sets several times every day. And it’s fantastic and a great show every time it happens, but we rarely stop to watch it.” He didn’t say it exactly like that. I ad-libbed it and since I’m a writer I probably said it even better. Or not. But you get the idea.
When people compliment my photography, I often annoyingly say, “Oh, thanks but it’s my lens.” As if my lens is so great it’s the one setting up photos and pressing the right settings and buttons to make it happen. I admit – it’s not my lens although my lens does help. However, I do have to be modest here. It’s pretty hard to screw up sunset pictures. You’d have to be actively trying to do so. These are so less challenging than, say, cranky toddler pictures.
I miss it. I didn’t even want it and I miss it so badly. Stay tuned for the last part. To be continued…