one thing today

Happy crowd. 84% black, brown, latino, asian. amazing. young, young. Steamy afternoon. Cold shower asap inside the door. Love my water pressure and my millions of sweet  peeps.  

  Saturday … the two things I miss the most -  the breeze/wind thru rooms, livening everything and everyone.   And saying hello/greeting everyone you pass - easy short, may be superficial exchange but it does something to you inside, especially in your mind. nice. miss.  

  Hello Perry family -   This is my fifth full June out here - many changes even in that time. Covid and post … and fashion - the boys wear speedos now - but still and always - scores of close encounters of the lovely kind. All kinds of big blues and yellows and friendliness and long sun days - but the time seems short. I love your fathers ceramics/pottery. So good and personal and warm. Thank you for the loan. Lets do it again as the world grows harsher but this place stays modest and beautiful.  

  final Thursday … a wild, loud downpour at two in the morning last night. Got up and ate a chicken thigh and apple sauce. the dream again - dark somewhere in Brooklyn and I am in need of refuge. Brian heard my yelling and screaming and then, before he decided to get up - I stopped.   this shoe has been alone at the top of the stairs to the beach for half of my stay. one shoe lost? there must be a story there. The Philly Dads and their brood of tiny kinds like itchy crows made me think of a book we had when we were young .  THE FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS AND HOW THEY GREW UP.    I was kinda proud that we beat them by one - six of us kids - moving along and getting taller with better vocabularies.   watched Baby Reindeer - good

 

  watched a Bruce Boss tik tok last night. he was on tour in St Louis and went to a movie by himself. a cute teenage couple asked him if he'd like to sit with them - and then asked if he'd come home with them to meet his parents. he said sure ... mom didn't recognize him at first, the kid went into his room and came back with an album of his and his mom said - let me make you some eggs.  Nestled is the word for this house. Nestled in the dunes. You can no longer be here. You have to be back a ways. I'm not a grandfather - but this place is. 

  Rough rough waves today, more of the 5 kids who run round like happy crows and their 2 hot dads on the beach. a blueberry cobbler awaits us after a pork chop, aspagarus and watermelon/feta salad. first time its been hot in this house during the last five years we've been here. evan hunters book is pretty good. I can't play Karen any sad or slow or lonely music. She's a new widow and I am an old teaser so I really gotta keep all the urge in check locked down tight. I am/feel one day behind. It feels like Sunday. I was ahead of myself when I first got here this year. every day is different - the light and time and wind and greenery.