July 12, 2008 - Door County

It's the first morning in Door County with my love. I'm putting the pen to the paper to put the pen to the paper first. Secondarily I want to...I'm not sure... get at where I am right now. I'm alone, sitting on a wet iron chair outside Leroy's Cafe with a blueberry muffin on a small green fiesta plate and an iced latte. The muffin is tipped and 1/3 eaten, part of the sugary top, waiting off to the side for last. mmm. It is sunny and extra dewy from previous rain. The earth smells as good as this muffin and latte. Now is quiet, except for the birds, Lyle Lovett's Boys form North Dakota in my ears, feint sound of a conversation about kids and dogs at the table next door, and a car rolling by every so often. Tears of peace are welling in my eyes, not quite spilling over. Every time I open this notebook, the trees throw big drops of last night's rain at me and it and my gorgeous muffin. Are they trying to tell me to just sit still? I think so. It is making me laugh out loud.

Later - Sunset at the Pine Grove Beach.

Bob is golfing, I am sprawled in the grass, quilting the very-breezie-evening-Door-County-air into my guest-room-beach-pajama-quilt #2...Van Morrison keeping me company. Today Bob and I scooted to Fish Creek and walked around. We stopped at an Oilerie? It was a vinegar & oil bar...we tried little cups of V & O and purchased Spanish Olive Oil and Balsamic Pear Vinegar. We ate lunch outside at a little place called, simply enough, Summer Restaurant. An Elton John-Billy Joel-Chris Daughtry-esque singer/keyboardist was doing some live entertaining outside an art gallery where we sat for a spell. We watched lesbians sneaking caresses, old guys getting sentimental, little dark curly-haired princesses dancing around in bright red sundresses, heads bobbing up and down to the music... People are so drawn to music. It puts everyone together under one sound blanket and wraps us up and reminds us of our humanity and un-separateness. Even the loneliest people don't seem to have a choice. They just connect and let the blanket wrap them up and hug them a little.

I just noticed this patch of daisies poking their pretty heads up just far enough over the bank for me to see them dancing...the lapping waves their backdrop. I love them.

Later still - Tonight I did a solitary walking tour of deeper Ephraim's enchanting historic properties. These homes and farms and grave yards are from a time period that made me feel like it might be okay to knock on doors and ask to sit in trees, on decks, and wander through gardens and woods. There is an especially awesome tree that is all over this area that has these low, couch-like limbs that just beg to be of use to someone who would appreciate the moment spent there.

After my walk,  Bob met me at Leroy's from the golf course and rode me back to Pine Grove on the back of the Colonel with Bob's golf clubs on my back. It was romantic and scary and awesome. Bob likes to take off from stops in a way that makes me hold him tighter. I love and hate that.
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The Colonel is the name we gave Bob's scooter, because of its ruff-and-tumble-off-road-camouflage-themed-dorky-coolness. Here is a picture of our scooters, Sissy & the Colonel, before their paint jobs: