Back from my third trip to Wellfleet this year.  Stayed at the brick house condo - Beach Rose, across the street from Mayo beach.  We hadn't stayed there since 2008.  The year before I was working on an apron for a Christmas present for Ria, the days of the week, with a Black Mammy baking a cake, hanging up clothes, going shopping, going to church, it covered all seven days.  There was a Black woman staying in one of the nearby cottages,  beautiful woman that sang opera all the time.  Anyway I was so careful not to let her see what I was working on - didn't want to offend her.  Ria loved that apron and wore it on Christmas Day.

But this year there was something new, solar panels and a constant noise.  The first day we searched for the sound, the noise like a motor running, or a pump, or a hot water heater.  Timmy kept saying he couldn't hear it, but the next morning he said it had kept him awake all the night.  That is when I spotted the solar panels on the roof and we figured it out.  That was the source of our noise.  So that was different.  And at the Oysterfestival there were drones photographing the event.  That was different.  Every time one was spotted the audience turned away from the stage, lifting phones, taking pictures, waving to the little plane darting over our heads.  One man said, "Oh, God, I hope my wife doesn't see me - she thinks I'm in the office."

On the Cape, as at home, we were listening to P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster every night.  If you haven't read or heard these stories, you really have to - they make you laugh right out loud.  Anyway, I was working on my latest pillow on the beach, warm sun, bay as calm as a pond - my favorite thing to do, embroidery at the beach, drinking a beer.  A couple walked by and the man said, in a perfect English Wooster accent, "nice spot to do your stitchery".   Made me smile.  Stitchery. I think that must be what heaven is like, a warm sun, the sound of waves, a cold beer and some stitchery.