Sissy Weekend
Sunday night. The end of a great weekend spent with my two sisters out at the beach. It was quiet and dark. We don't get a chance to be out there by ourselves too often. Most of the time there are aunts, uncles, grandparents, parents, cousins, and brothers in law hanging out with us. But this time we were all alone. Kinda spooky. No street lights. Deserted houses. Wind blowing off the water and up the sandy cliff, whistling through the windows and rattling glass panes. Once we got in the house and all locked up for the night, it was all good. We cozied up in our jammies, poured ourselves glasses of wine, and settled in on the couches to watch.....the Food Network. Jeeesh, we go away for the weekend, plan on eating out all meals and we end up watching programs about cooking.
We got up bright and early Saturday morning, went out to breakfast and then started meandering our way down to Chatham. Found a wonderful independent bookseller Where the Sidewalk Ends on Main Street. She had a little bit of everything: books, music, stationery, knitting supplies, coffee, and chocolate. Really it was a perfect little shop. The Gingerbread Pirates by Kristin Kladstrup made us laugh out loud. And want to make gingerbread pirates of our own to save from that cannibal, Santa Claus. Cute story, great illustrations. Fantastic gift idea for anyone with toddlers or young elementary aged children to buy for.
We stopped at odd little shops up and down the Cape and found some interesting pictures along the way. At one stopping point we saw a great big old house for sale in Harwich and started dreaming about buying it and opening our own bed and breakfast. Oldest sissy - me - would be in charge of reading to them each night, middle sissy - holding the book above - would be in charge of providing complimentary ballroom dance instruction, and youngest sissy - below - would be in charge of all things edible. While we were dreaming, youngest sissy looked down the driveway and found some rusted bicycles.
All the shops were ready for Christmas. We shopped along the way and found several clever little ditties to put in the stockings, especially at a great shop in West Barnstable, Yummy Goods. It was a pleasure to meet the owner, Melissa, and browse her pretty gift shop. I can't tell you what I bought in case K. is reading this but trust me, they're great stocking stuffers!
We finished out the day at Old Jailhouse Tavern in Orleans. I had New England Clam Pie which consisted of a huge slab of clam pie covered in New England Clam Chowder. It's my new favorite seafood meal. I'm going to get it every time I go to the beach. And I'm going to make the Man get it, too, because I know he'll be sorry if he doesn't. Then he'll be wishing he had just done what I told him to do which would be to order the pie.
Sigh. Another gorgeous November sunset. Nice way to end the day.
We got up 
We stopped at odd little shops up and down the Cape and found some interesting pictures along the way. At one stopping point we saw a great big old house for sale in Harwich and started dreaming about buying it and opening our own bed and breakfast. Oldest sissy - me - would be in charge of reading to them each night, middle sissy - holding the book above - would be in charge of providing complimentary ballroom dance instruction, and youngest sissy - below - would be in charge of all things edible. While we were dreaming, youngest sissy looked down the driveway and found some rusted bicycles.
All the shops were ready for Christmas. We shopped along the way and found several clever little ditties to put in the stockings, especially at a great shop in West Barnstable, Yummy Goods. It was a pleasure to meet the owner, Melissa, and browse her pretty gift shop. I can't tell you what I bought in case K. is reading this but trust me, they're great stocking stuffers!
We finished out the day at Old Jailhouse Tavern in Orleans. I had New England Clam Pie which consisted of a huge slab of clam pie covered in New England Clam Chowder. It's my new favorite seafood meal. I'm going to get it every time I go to the beach. And I'm going to make the Man get it, too, because I know he'll be sorry if he doesn't. Then he'll be wishing he had just done what I told him to do which would be to order the pie.
Sigh. Another gorgeous November sunset. Nice way to end the day.
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