Back to Reality
2007-07-23 @ 8:26 p.m.

Steve and I spent the first few days together and grabbed some quality 'us' time. That helped to recharge our relationship batteries. Not that things were bad. It's just that a relationship is very much like a living organism, if you're lucky. Sometimes it needs a dose of TLC (TLC=tender loving care, not The Learning Channel). A lazy afternoon or two at ocean side, a candlelit dinner or two and a few long walks, complete with hand-holding, does a girl some good.

A bout of nostalgia hit me pretty hard this week. I do not know why. I spent many summers on The Cape as a child and as a teenager. I still get out there a few times a year. My Grandparents, most years, lived there during July and most of August. Their grandchildren were always welcome and many of us stayed out there for weeks at a time. Cape Cod is thick with memories for me.

This year, as I said, I was oddly nostalgic. While lounging on the beach, I recalled playing in the water, or building sandcastles (and rushing down to the beach the next morning to see what damage the wind or tide had done). Does anyone build sandcastles anymore? I hope children still build sandcastles. That would make me happy.

So many good memories. The roadside ice cream stand where Grandpa always took us after dinner. Cape Cod Baseball; jumping off that little bridge on a hot summer day (I saw a group of kids doing that as I drove by); wading through salt marshes; collecting sea glass; the beach where I experienced my first kiss; the beach where I was first fingered (under a blanket, in the glow of a fire); the beach where I first became inebriated, which, oddly enough, is the beach where I first puked ...sorry... ladies don't puke. I meant to say the beach where I was first unwell and unwelled my guts out.

There are warmer waters and softer beaches. Places where 80 degree days and 70 degree nights are guaranteed. Despite it's volatility, it's occasional savagery, I'll always be a North Atlantic gal.

So, there it is. I was nostalgic for the days when your biggest decision was vanilla or chocolate, rainbow sprinkles or chocolate sprinkles. I usually chose both which may explain a lot about me.

You may have noticed that I adore sex. Despite that adoration I also crave physical, non-sexual intimacy and touch. I need to have my hand held, to have an arm slip around my waist, to lay my head in that delightful spot on Steve's shoulder that seems deliberately designed for my head. I was able to get that intimacy this week and it lightened my step.

Enough memory lane. A few people, with standing invitations came and went over the course of the week. It's an open-door policy when I'm on vacation (you there, stop laughing) and it's fun to wake in the morning to find someone arrived during the small hours, as you slumbered.

I do have a few good stories from the week that will be forthcoming in due time. We ran short on females this year and needless to say Kit, Stacy and I ended up the house sluts for a good portion of the week. Just wanted to say hello for now and I'll see you soon.

In the meantime, Tom Paine has a couple of excellent posts on Louise Brooks. Just scroll down his July entries. Brooks was a silent film star and the original flapper. Early Hollywood has always fascinated me and Brooks was a significant part of that period. At the very least, the
history of early Hollywood shows us just how little human nature changes over the course of
time. Early Hollywood differs very little from today's Tinsel Town: sex, drugs, murder, scandal,
it was all present from the start.