Wednesday, February 07, 2007

What I Did on My Vacation

Here was our charge for the week, the cockatiel Curly:

Curly is as full of personality as a creature can be. He has all kinds of happy noises and chirps and bits of songs that fill his days. This year, for the first time, we let him out of his cage. Gus was very proud when Curly came over to him:

When we weren't letting Curly walk around and groom our sweaters, we walked on the beach:

When we got cold from walking on the beach, we'd hunker down and watch "Gunsmoke":

I confessed to Matthew that I find Festus strangely attractive, which must have bothered him on some (or many) levels.

When we were hungry, we ate at our favorite places. The mighty Shagwong Restaurant, in Montauk:

While we were eating, the man sitting next to us got up and came over and said, "I just wanted to compliment you on your boy. I've never seen a young man so well-behaved."

The Fish Farm, between Amagansett and Montauk, is at the back of the long rusty warehouse. You can get seafood that is fresh and delicious, and it is an adventure to procure it. It is patrolled by barely domesticated cats (Gus calls them "bobcats") and surly geese that will chase you off if they notice you.

Gus had a healthy lunch at the Sip 'N' Soda in Southhampton, so I said he could have a little something for dessert. I thought he'd get a scoop of ice cream. But when the waitress took our lunch dishes away, and she said would you like anything else? he announced, "Yes, I'd like a banana split, please!" Whoa! But his good manners and his happy face removed his mother's objections. Look at this face:

We went to the beautiful Montauk Lighthouse.

It's closed during the winter, but you can walk on the beach and throw stones in the ocean. This is very pleasant business, and we've whiled away a LOT of time doing this.

When you walk on the beach or by the Lighthouse, you must collect shells and good stones. These all come home with us every year and get deposited around the garden. Hundreds of years from now, this will bewilder some intrepid archeologist.

And of course, no family trip is complete without some trainwatching:

We prefer freight trains, but the Long Island Railroad screaming through the dunes is pretty impressive.

Sigh. So, it's nice to come home and all, but boy do I wish I were back there right now.....


Blogger CurlyGirl said...

What a lovely vacation. And what a lovely boy!!!

9:13 PM  
Blogger DMJ said...

We're glad to have you back - and glad for our Thursday-morning D.D. get-together - but it looks as if you three had a most joyous time out at the far eastern end of Long Island. And Gus is certainly a well-behaved young man of whom we're very proud.

10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was lucky enough to surf Ditch Plains 2 summers ago. beautiful country out there and lots and lots of rocks. Gus looks like he might be a goofy foot...

5:02 PM  
Blogger diana said...

You see a lot of surfboards around town, even in the dead of winter. It's a groovy town.

All parts of Gus are goofy, but what is a "goofy foot"?

9:33 AM  
Blogger Francesca said...

What an amazing holiday! I love cold weather beach holidays - like the seaside year-round in England.

Even the photos are restful.

10:27 AM  
Blogger Marfa's Mewsings said...

Divine One,
What a grand holiday for you three.
Ab fab photos too.

5:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

my new fav word: Footedness!

12:16 AM  
Blogger eyeknit said...

Did you nearly faint with motherly pride when the man complimented Gus on his behavior? These are the moments we Moms live for...well, that and comments praising our knitted goods!

9:02 AM  
Blogger diana said...

If that man had praised Gus and then said, "And what a beautiful sweater he has on too." I would have died on the spot.

10:50 AM  
Blogger Mooseandeli said...

I particularly like the jaunty hat Gus is sporting. ;0)

3:24 PM  
Blogger diana said...

Oh yeah - he chooses the cool Teen Titans hat over something lovingly-handknit-by-mother every day!

3:35 PM  

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