"Shhh...don't wake him. He's sleep moving."
I guess you move everything into another house in the middle of the night, then move everything back before you wake up with no recollection of what happened. Well you have to admit it at least sounds plausible.
Speaking of Cambridge, our local ultra liberal, granola crunching city, their bizzaro thinking surfaces again. The city wants to soften the stress one would feel when you have received a parking ticket. They printed yoga positions on the ticket to help you combat the stress of receiving it. It wasn't clear as to whether you are supposed get into the yoga positions right there on the sidewalk, or wait till you get home. All I'll say is this, I'm in Cambridge 5 days a week and it would not surprise me one bit to see a Cantabrigian lying pretzel like on the concrete. What's wrong with these people?
I may bring my laptop with me because the hotel has wireless Internet access. I may be able to report directly and post some pictures from the days events though the word events might be too strong a word. There is the ocean of course but I won't be doing any swimming. There are bike trails through wildlife preserves. I'm sure there are historical sights. I know there a carousel that's supposed to be the oldest continuously operating one in the U.S. complete with wooden horses. The date eludes me at the moment. If it's close by I'll check it out apart from that. I do want to see the gingerbread houses I think there might about 300 of them. Here are a few pictures I found on the web.
I hope to get a few shots of my own. I know very little of the history of the Island. I do know that it has 15,000+ year round residence. The population swells to around 75,000 during the vacation season.
OK I've yapped on long enough. It's coming up on 8 pm and and I haven't even had my supper yet. Later.
I'm outta here.