Future Broadway star, Erica. (Erica, if you're reading this: In the interest of full disclosure, our bike tour has morphed into a road trip, but a grand adventure nonetheless. Keep strutting the stage; it signifies much of something).
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Braintree, MA-Scituate, MA 9/15 60 car miles; 10 walking miles
I slept like a nursing baby, treated as I am in kingly fashion by Johnny. He's insisted on sleeping on a blow up mattress while I am graced with his very comfortable bed. After a leisurely morning, Ed and I ran the last of our venue changing errands: a two month car rental, a few internet clicks to ship our bikes home, and an easy post office stop to mail our bike gear home. From there, we drove to the Irish Riviera, better known as Scituate, MA. Of many pleasant encounters today, the most pleasant was chatting with a young Starbucks barista who bubbled with enthusiasm about her budding Shakesperian acting career. She spent the summer in a company playing parts from Quince to Lady Macbeth. I'd have loved to talk more with her. As it was, I held up the coffee line for more than a few minutes and lucky I am the caffeine hounds didn't start howling. Erics is also lucky. Lucky to live in the modern era and not in merry old medieval England where her gender would have found the stage door closed. After coffee, our trusty GPS led us accurately to Scituate, and I was only yelled at twice by Masshole drivers. I feel bad for taking a few seconds from their pitiful lives, but then I'm forced to face my own hypocrisy when I consider the chagrin I feel in my own town where the elderly, mentally infirmed, and colossally incompetent hesitate on turns like ild school hip hop DJs reversing, reversing (zuppa, zuppa) on a scratchy old LP. So I didn't take it personally. Scituate is simply fabulous, made even better by the eighty five degree, birds egg blue day. The light wind, superb lunch, and friendly people made for a nicely squeezed lemon. As each day passes, I accept more easily the reality of not riding. I am a little saddened about the change of venue in the sense that people respond to bicycle tourists as if they're puppies or babies. Once in a car, you become just another gladiator. But no worries. The secret is to get out of the car, and since we're retired, we can meander on back roads, walk around a little, and experience the goodness of people. At day's end, I had dinner ready for Johnny after his hard day at work, which of course, he accepted even though if truth be known we're upsetting his bachelor routine mightily. So really It's been just another day that verifies the power of grace. As I say, "Life is good, especially today."
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Glad that you are enjoying your adventure and even with the change in ponies.... the flexibility will bring new adventures that you would not have dreamed of..... Keep smiling!
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