1) Awake early, quite naturally, and off to Liz’s Café for breakfast after a cup of coffee. The morning was definitely cooler than the rest of the weekend - a welcome drop in temperature.
2) Packing! Bits of chatter with housemates, and then I headed to the East End on a special errand. It’s rare for me to go further east than ye Kylye Courte Gallery, but since my destination didn’t open until 11 I ended up as far as the Eastern Schoolhouse (now galleries or something). Such a different vibe in the East End! Quieter, and more floral.
3) And my special errand? Puchasing a painting in a gallery for the first time since 2003. On my Saturday afternoon gallery excursion I happened on the works of Kurt Walters, including his Dessert Series of men and women from around the world presenting desserts of their cultures (or not). My selection was “Pastelitos,” and I’m afraid I squealed when the gallerist brought it out for me to examine. Later, researching the artist at home, I discovered “Apple Crumble” from the same series; alas, it had already sold.
4) With a well-wrapped painting under my arm, I walked swiftly and sweatily back to Hochmina-sur-Mer to finish packing, say farewell to my hosts, and head out.
5) An informal tradition of mine is to go to Mayflower Dining on Comical Street for lunch before the ferry. It’s definitely Old Provincetown! Gin and tonic, Portuguese kale soup, and lobster club sandwich.
6) A lengthy wait for the ferry due to my ridiculously early arrival - but really, who wants to wander about town with an anvil on wheels? And I was fairly absorbed in finishing Olivia de Havilland: Lady Triumphant.
7) In spite of the super sold-out crowd on board, the return trip was so uneventful I fell asleep.
8) An odd domestic detail: we have two rain chains in front of the house flanking the balcony columns. On returning home I noticed a morning glory vine winding through one of them - a recipe for disaster if allowed to continue. I took five minutes to root it out and unwind it. Morning glory is not ivy, but it could be destructive if unchecked.
9) Now . . . sweet mercy goodness, I have three weeks left of gainful employment at ye Instytytte, which means I have four weeks until my departure for Europe!