To the Cape and back again

Saturday: Another late night. Slept until around 11, when MB got back from Tai Chi and dance practice. Morning things, and then, headed off to the Cape around 1 PM. Stopped for coffee and an egg sandwich at the donut shop. Rain. Traffic was bad on 93, so we took a detour that wound up routing us past the blockage. Arrived in Orleans a little after 3. The directions my mom had given me didn't work. We called her and she came and got us in the parking lot of a shop. She fed us a light lunch, and then we hung about. Not the best day to be on the Cape, but nice to see my mom. Took a walk with the dog (who didn't seem his usual perky self). Did some stretching, showing my mom some yoga postures. MB had found a trashy romance novel to burry her nose in. Headed off, and got some dinner at "the double dragon." [Once, years ago, I had gone to this place with my mom and two of her friends (one of whom has now passed on). We sat by a large picture window looking out at the bay. Seagulls made a sport of flying at great speed at the glass, and then swerving away at the last moment. I don't know if it was part of the game, or just a result of the sudden maneuvering, but they would often let loose a copious load of white seagull feculence, which splattered across the window in a most alarming and unappetizing way.] There were no seagull bombardiers to entertain us at our meal this time. Our next stop was an Inn run by the once-headmaster of my grade school (where my mom still teaches). We were entertained by him (piano) and his wife (vocals and guitar) for about an hour. They played a variety of popular songs from the American canon. A guest knocked over a glass of wine, and mopped it up with paper towels, whey they performed "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog." My favorite song of theirs was "The Rainbow Connection." You can't go too far wrong with Kermit. Then goodbyes. I told the once-headmaster that I was a little nervous in visiting him, since previously (28 years ago) I had only had chance to visit him when I was in TROUBLE. He said all was forgiven, and forgotten. Back to my mom's place. I wrote out some notes about the yoga postures. A quiet drive back to Somerville. Down basement, and a sleepy set of practices.