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September 30, 1998 |
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Copyright © 1998, Janet I. Egan |
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I stayed over at Nancy's last night and switched cat shelter shifts with Antonia so I could spend today with Nancy. She took Yom Kippur off from work and she says her family tradition is to go the the shore if you can't go to temple. We had breakfast at the Hope Street Gallery Cafe and savored the last day of the exhibit of black and white photos that I like. There were a few postcards of the paintings that are going to be hung tonight, and they look worth coming back for. We visited Watchemocket Cove before we set off in search of the perfect beach. Nancy wanted to go to Moonstone or one of the other South County beaches but by the time we got going I thought that would be too long a drive. We meandered in the general direction of beaches - you're never very far from the ocean in Rhode Island - and when Nancy mentioned she wanted a beach with shells I immediately thought of Third Beach in Middletown. We stopped for lunch at Atlantic Beach Club, which had surprisingly good sandwiches for a place that's basically a bar that serves food and caters big events. By the time we got to Third Beach, it was lined with fishermen, not to mention the gulls and cormorants who were also after the fish.
We saw one gull with a fishing lure hanging out of its beak. It obviously tried to steal a fish right off a guy's line. It didnt' seem to be bothering the gull and there was nothing we could do about it anyway.
I found a couple of channeled whelk shells to go with the knobbed whelk I found on my last visit to Third Beach. We walked along the rocky shore past where the fishermen were so we could have a little solitude. It was kind of squishy and unstable walking on the wrack but I managed to get as far as the point where Nancy couldn't see me anymore. I heard ducks quacking and saw them land somewhere behind the rose bushes but never did find where they'd gone. The rose hips were such brilliant ripe red I wanted to peel and eat them right there. I could just see the vitamin C bursting out of them!
It was one of those perfect fall days that people move to New England for and I couldn't help feeling a sense of renewal. The cormorants who had had their fill of the feast of fish hung out on a rock just offshore. They weren't drying their wings or doing much of anything. Just hanging out. It kind of reminded me that sometimes doing nothing is the most important thing.
We listened to the ball game on the radio: Red Sox 5, Indians 9. | |||||
