Saturday, July 27, 2019

Summer Vacation

My sister and I have returned to our childhood home. We are accompanied by our spouses and our cousins. While we were born here, our cousins were not. The were born to the sister that left and never returned. My sister and I grew up on an island in the middle of Narragansett Bay. It is nine miles long and one mile wide at the widest point. Our mother and our aunt grew up here, daughters of a native who came from a long line of islanders. Our mother married a navy man, moved away for a while, but returned to where her heart had always been. Our aunt also married a Navy man, but moved away and never came back to live, she raised her family in California. I think part of her heart was always here, but not enough of it to come back to this little rock.


We grew up in a house overlooking the ferry landing and the bay. From our front porch we could see Newport and all the boats that sailed by. The Navy was big across the bay, so there were always Navy ships in the bay and the sailboats that so many friends had. Today as I sit here and look out at the same view there are no longer Navy ships chugging by on their way to wherever they would go. There are still sailboats, lots of them. Small ones, big ones, beautiful ones. There are also super sized power yachts tied up at the marina at the end of the street and I have to wonder who is on them and where does all this money come from?


We have returned, not to our childhood home, but to a house around the corner. We have almost the same view and we have the same neighbors we had growing up. What I don’t have, cause I can’t speak for my sister is a sense of belonging. I thought this would be a good idea, but truthfully, as beautiful as it is here, it makes me sad. This is no longer the little sleepy island I could not wait to run away from when I as a kid, not sure what I wanted to run away from, but just knew I did not want to stay here. Today this little island is full of people that have a lot of money, people that are tearing down the history of this island to build their own history, I guess.


That leads me to the house we have rented, we rent because we no longer have family to stay with. As I said, we have rented a house right around the corner from the house that was filled with six kids, one and a half bathrooms, no heat in the bedrooms and in hindsight was the best place I could have grown up and wonder now why I wanted to leave to badly.  


The house we are in is an old house, built around 1900. It is one of those great New England shingle houses, a Victorian with the big front porch and the gingerbread trim and a view that has been changing everyday for the last hundred plus years, it changes daily, actually moment by moment and yet somehow it stays the same. A bridge replaced the ferry over 50 years ago, yet I still hope to look up and see that ferry boat chugging into the dock ready to take you across the bay. But those days are long gone, ok there is a little boat that calls itself a ferry and for 20 bucks will take you across, but it is not the same.


Anyway, sitting on this porch will never grow old, however this house is growing older and older by the moment. She - I always think of houses as female - has fallen into a bit of disrepair. The roof over the porch leaks, the kitchen floor has a sinkhole in it, which we have been told is not structural (here’s hoping), the windows need updating, there is a piece of rope holding together a spindle on the staircase (where you want to automatically hold onto as you pull yourself up the stairs), the gutters need replacing, she is decaying as I sit here and this makes me want to grab her and hold her and fix her up.


Perhaps part of the sadness I feel is that I can’t do that. Sure we might be able to swing buying her (if we sold all we own) but then what? In addition to fixing the sink hole in the kitchen we would have to put in heat. Yes, this house is a summer cottage and was built without heat. Sure it has three fireplaces that might warm you up in the fall or on a crisp fall day, but could not help in the dead of winter in this place.  


She is called the middle sister and she sits right between two other houses that you could reach out and touch. Legend has it that she and her two sisters were built by a man for his three daughters. While the one we are in (the middle sister) and her sibling on the left are basically the same as they have ever been, the sibling on the right has been transformed into something that while beautiful and tastefully done seems to have left her sisters behind. She is the shining sister that went off and made a fortune and came back and needs to show her new self to the world. And truthfully I am jealous of her beauty and her air conditioning, I am not sure I would dress up the middle sister to try and be as grand. I might put in heat and maybe air conditioning, but I like to think if I had the means, she would stay basically the same, just with a little giddy up in her step.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Travel Time

Travel is never fun.  Well, travelling is fun, but getting from point A to point B is not.  For example, a few days ago I left San Francisco bound for North Carolina and now I sit in the Charlotte airport going the other way.  Why does it seems that every airport you travel thru is under construction?  I don’t care if you travel thru it once in a lifetime or on a regular basis, there is always something going on.  People watching at an airport can be so head scratching and putting up with your fellow travelers can be down right frustrating, but I try to keep in mind that we are all on a journey and who knows why the people around you are travelling except those very same people.

Oh except, the ones that tell you what they are doing and where they are going.  Keep in mind they are not really tellling you, they are telling the person on the other end of their phone call.  Yup, when are people going to learn that you don’t have to scream into the phone so the people at the other end can hear you.  Your modern cell phone is not a tin can with a string attached to it that goes to another tin can.  It is finally tuned piece of technology that has a pretty sensitive microphone and earpiece that can actually send and receive voices.  Imaging that.

Then there are the people that use their personal device to watch a movie or video.  That is great use of your device, catching up on something you missed or just something you are interested in watching.  You know what else is a great use of your device, using the fucking earphones that most devices come with.  While I really want to see the Green Book, I really do not want to listen to it while you are sitting in front of me.  Put those earphones on people.  Everyone around you will be happy you did.

Then there is the dressing for travel.  I have noticed the past few times that I have flown the desire to be comfortable.  We all want to be comfortable, trust me, I want to be comfortable.  Now I am all for the comfort of yoga pants and leggings, there is no woman on the planet that would say they are not comfortable.  Little women, Big women, tall and short women love them.  However, some woman wear them better than others and if you are showing me your camel toe, those fucking yoga pants don’t work for you.  Please...

There is always one person that sticks out in my mind while getting from point A to point B.  Today it is a woman travelling by herself with 3 small children.  How does she do it?  I have a hard enough time keeping track of myself going thru security, imagine two young boys with backpacks, a little girl that does not seem to want to walk by herself.  Your bag, her bag a blanket.  Yikes I give her credit.  I sure hope there is someone on the other end meeting her and giving her a break.

Monday, January 7, 2019

Connections

As some of you know I love France.  I have spent as much time as I can there.  I have been blessed that while my beloved might not like to go as often as I do, she has no problem with me going without her.  One of the things I have dreamed of is buying something and renovating.  So when the book L'appart by David Lebovitz came across my radar, I ordered it.  David is a chef that moved to Paris years ago to write cookbooks.  He fell in love and decided to put down some roots by purchasing an apartment to call his very own.  It took 10 months to purchase the place and months and months to renovate.  As I was reading, I mentioned the book to my friend, Frenchie mom and how David had been a chef at Chez Panisse in the 90's and she said maybe my mom knows him.  So I fired off an email to David and Frenchie mom asked her mom and sure enough they knew each other.  I thought small world.

Then I got my monthly newsletter of Secrets of Paris - a newsletter that I have been getting for years and always recommend to anyone travelling to Paris.  It always has some great little secret to explore.  So this month the author was talking about this vegan Nutella that her friend, pastry chef and author David Leibovitz!  

Now the it's a small world song is playing full blast in my head!  So now I just have to put 2 and 2 together and arrange for a face to face at some point in Paris.  Consider yourself warned David.  

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

A new year - a new blog resolution!

Since I am going to be leaving Facebook I am making a plan to blog more.  Blogging is strange, all day you have these things happen and you think, I should blog about that.  Then you sit down to blog and nothing comes out.  This coming year 2019 - how did I live this long - is a new start, a new beginning and a chance to change what I don't like about myself and the world around me.  So wish me luck, follow me here after I delete my facebook page and make this year the best you can.