Wednesday, September 2, 2015


How could I miss September 1st? Well, it's been that kind of week but here we are in September and I'm thrilled.

I love this month! Even though the calendar says we haven't passed Labor Day yet, it feels like September. The mornings and evenings are cool, the days are warm, and the sun is still shining brightly. It feels like September.

Next week we'll officially have our streets back, at least during the week, and life will return to a more stable and easy pace. School will be in session, the autumn plants will be in bloom, the beaches are still beautiful and I can grab a sandwich at a local deli without standing in line. Life is good and the East End has come back to us. It's a wonderful time of the year!

Monday, August 31, 2015


My Monday's are busy days. I babysit for my three youngest grandchildren and sometimes their five-year-old cousin is also here. It's a non-stop, active, fun day that exhausts me.

I remember that exhaustion when I was younger. With four children I was always tired at the end of the day. Often I would fall asleep right after the kids went to bed. I would gamely sit on the couch next to my husband to watch television, but it was a fruitless effort. Today will be like that. I'll be busy running toddlers to the potty, changing diapers, keeping everyone in view, putting them up for naps, coloring with them, feeding them, getting drinks and snack and playing with blocks and reading get the idea.

Monday's a busy, busy days. They keep me young but make me feel old.

Sunday, August 30, 2015


As of today I have a child in her 40s. How is that possible?

I remember celebrating my fortieth birthday like it was yesterday. I remember feeling very old, but also very blessed. I had four children still at home, life was full and busy and very happy. How could so much time pass in such a hurry? How could this tiny baby that I brought home from the hospital be forty years old? Good grief. Time is moving too fast. Life is flying by.

I was only 23 when my first was born, but I was 33 when number four came along. Having him helped me feel younger. Hopefully that still works-after all, he's only thirty! I am the mother of a thirty-year-old! I'm not all that old....

Saturday, August 29, 2015


OK -here is the number one thing I absolutely will NOT miss after Labor Day: noise.

Most of the year I absolutely love living in the village. I love being so close to everything. I love walking the quiet streets first thing in the morning and driving to the beach anytime I want to. I love the convenience of being able to walk into the post office or grocery store or up to see a movie at the theater.

But at this moment, I am so tired of hearing the street noise here at my house. It's a constant thing here in this part of the village because it's one of the busiest streets in the municipality. All day when the windows are opened we listen to trucks, trains, motorcycles, planes, cars with no mufflers, trailers, radios, and now, people loudly talking on their cell phones as they slowly walk by. It's a steady barrage of noise all summer.

So now, after all these weeks of having to put the TV on pause to let the worst pass so we can actually hear the dialogue, I am ready for weather cool enough to prompt the closing of windows and peace returning to my home.

It's time.

Friday, August 28, 2015

One more

So we're down to the final countdown now and none too soon.

It's been a long summer. And we feel it now because Labor Day weekend is as late as it ever will be this year. Which results in an extra week of summer. And it feels like it. This is the weekend  we should be celebrating, not next. But instead we have to endure one more week of traffic, crowds, and the unbearable presence of people who have an amazing sense of entitlement.

Of course, not all our visitors fit that category. And there are certainly people that live here that do! But by the time August comes to an end, we've just seen too much and we're weary of the whole thing. We want our home back.

One more week. We can do it!

Thursday, August 27, 2015


There is simply too much traffic on the road.

Three times this week I've been to Southampton and every time the traffic was so bad that it took me 45 minutes to get from my house to Southampton village. It didn't matter whether I took route 27 or headed to the back roads. There simply is too much traffic. It's choking us.

Today all the way home we sat in bumper-to-bumper, stop and go traffic, crawling along at a snail's pace, and I'm thinking the whole time "What can we do about this traffic?"

I think it will take a real visionary to find a way to cut the traffic out here, but without some way to do it, we are doomed. Because it's crazy out there....

Wednesday, August 26, 2015


I was shocked yesterday morning when the alarm went off at 5:45 and I saw how dark it was outside. It's as though someone suddenly closed a window blind or something....

It is beginning to feel like fall in subtle ways. The humidity and heat are still saying August, but the clearly shorter days and change in the morning air are signaling September. After all, this coming weekend would normally be Labor Day Weekend, but the oddity of the calendar this year has pushed it forward and it won't happen until next weekend. So Monday is September 1st. It is definitely here.

So, no more cook outs lasting until 9pm and no more morning walks in full daylight. But there are so many things to love about fall that the only thing to regret is the passing of time. Because that certainly happens way too fast.