Saturday, August 29, 2015

Noise

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

Overload

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

Changes

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.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Forgiveness

I think of all the things we are instructed to do in the Bible, forgiveness has to be the most difficult. At least that's what I'm thinking.

Watching the television show "Who Do You Think You Are", where famous people delve into their ancestry and learn about the people who make up their family tree, and doing some work myself on the website Ancestry.com have taught me that forgiveness is important even when dealing with the people in our past. Because the Biblical reference to the "Sins of the fathers" being visited on the sons is, I think, a reference to the fact that those who do not learn the past are doomed to repeat it. We need to learn from our past history as a family.


Sometimes on the television show people learn that they had ancestors who were, for instance, always leaving their families. There are patterns that emerge when you are able to look at long threads of generations. And I know myself that patterns exist in my family that explain the ways my relatives functioned. It's only through those discoveries that we are able to come to terms with where we've come from, and forgiveness is the only way to break patterns.

I'm not sure if it's easier to forgive those we know, or those we never met. But it seems difficult in either case.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Boston EMS

I'm enjoying the show on tv called Boston EMS. Basically it follows ambulance crews around the city as the run from call to call taking care of people. It's fun to see a city EMS system. But the thing that strikes me as most interesting is the fact that there are so many similarities.

Honestly, most the things they see in Boston (and probably any city) can be seen right here on the East End in the summer. With the exception of the train/subway accidents, we've seen just about every type of call that I've seen on the show: same MVAs, same elderly calls, same drunks, same everything. Just more of it.

I guess it isn't surprising since people are the same everywhere. But somehow I expected it to be more intense in the city. I guess they just have more people to handle it all. Other than the uniforms, (and a paycheck) I think we're pretty much exactly the same.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Shopping

We braved the crowded roadways today after church and headed to Riverhead. With a bathroom renovation in progress we needed a toilet, sink, and fixtures so it was time to visit Lowes. We had a granddaughter with us so our first stop was Friendly's in Hampton Bays for what we thought would be a quick lunch. Little did we know it would be packed and service slow. When the strawberry milk spilled all over me as I was trying to get the straw in it for my granddaughter, I made a trip to the bathroom to try to clean up but it was a hopeless effort. The hand dryer was all that was available (no paper towels) and while I could hold my shirt up to get close enough for some results, the pants were impossible. They were soaked. And the shirt, while dryer, was now stiff and sour smelling.

After we ate (in some discomfort) we back-tracked a couple blocks to my favorite women's boutique and I grabbed a new pair of pants and a nice top, changed out of my wet clothes, paid the bill and once again we were moving west.

Once in Riverhead we stopped briefly at Bed, Bath & Beyond, then grabbed the toilet, sink, and faucets and loaded up the pick-up, and turned the truck back east for the trip home. Of course all the traffic was heading in the other direction now so the return was easy and uneventful.

All in all it was a successful day. We have what we need for the new bathroom, and a new outfit as a bonus.