Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Friday night I slept in an air conditioned bedroom with a pond view. Last night’s sleep, when it finally came, was under a heavier quilt than I’ve used in months and with windows open wide. While there are still more hot days and humid nights to come, summer is definitely waning. The sunrises are later … Continue reading Summer blues
Summer, a season that I appreciate more each year. *Snakes, of which I’ve seen an inordinate number this year. For the most part they were small garter snakes, but I did see a brown green one at the Cape that came with some heft. *Seattle and San Francisco, a couple of cities which showed my … Continue reading S is for…
I’m renting the same Wellfleet house for the fifth consecutive year. Considering I could barely find it that first year because of its wildly remote location, this seems almost remarkable. I’m sleeping in a different bedroom this year, having given up my preferred ground floor accommodations for a room just one floor up, with a … Continue reading This year is different
Jeter had his first walk yesterday afternoon following our return from Wellfleet. Upon stepping outside he looked absolutely crushed to discover that he was no longer pond side. Same, buddy. Same.Decades after my first annual trip to Cape Cod, I still drive home feeling incredibly melancholy. A funk settles on me, different from the one … Continue reading Home. Again.
Our pond For the past four summers I’ve rented the same vacation house in Wellfleet. It is a place that must be experienced to be understood. I know, that sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But, this comfortable and compact house, which sits on a gloriously private piece of property only accessible by the most rutted dirt … Continue reading Packing for the beach
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go
When I awoke from my afternoon nap to the sound of the wind in the trees, for a moment, I did not know where I was. I smiled that my response to that temporary state of being was excitement and not fear. Good. I prefer the unknown to be interesting instead of scary. I took … Continue reading The perfect Cape house
