Well, all good things must come to an end. I’m heading home on Sunday, coming back on Wednesday or Thursday to close up the cottage for the winter. I’ve got construction jobs scheduled over the winter.
The leaves have finally changed from green to brown — that’s it, no color. The pines are still green, and all the oaks are brown. Here on the Cape, we’re just about the last place for the leaves to change. Being sixty miles out in the Atlantic, with the water temperature around 56°, the ocean moderates everything — cooler in summer and warmer in winter.
I’m one of the last ones to close up. On my list of things to do when I come up next week is to find a place that will clean the cottage.
It’s pretty dead out here now. In P’town, it was Round Up Week, and I think that’s the last of the “Weeks.” October starts off with Women’s Week; then most of the bars close down, and the baton is passed over to us — the trans folk. The month ends with Round Up Week.
And now… you can’t even find a decent place to get a milkshake (well, technically it’s a frappe) anymore. For pizza, it’s a trip down to Eastham to the Red Barn — I think they’re one of the few spots still open through the winter.
I saw the sun for about half an hour yesterday, and that was the first time in five days — five days of overcast, drizzly weather, with the wind blowing constantly, morning, noon, and night!
Well, it’s about time to make that call to the Red Barn for a pizza.
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