The dog does not appreciate the fact that I am standing in the front yard in my pajamas, down coat, and clogs with my slippers stuck into them. I feel the warmth from my just-left bed seeping out of the down, but she is following the tiny squirrell tracks in the new snow. Snow that is seeping down my neck. I appreciate the fact that I live where no one knows or cares that I am dressed so bizarrely on my front yard to walk the puppy and pick up my
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Boston Globe
. Having the Globe delivered is one of the little pleasures we have here on the Cape, as in Albany it meant a trip around town to find one of the few copies that may have made it that far North, and I prefer my Globe in my PJs with a cuppa, watching it snow and contemplating the Orchid Show in Falmouth for later in the day. Winter on the Cape, ‘though frigid the past few days, id wonderful. The au pair and I took in a Pedro Almodovar film at the tiny theatre in the art museum on Friday night, and last weekend we went to a nearly deserted Provincetown, stopping off at the Salt Pond Visitors Center at the National Seashore. We visited Nauset Light. All without a bit of traffic! We found where everyone in P’town was, in a warm and cozy restaurant. Bliss.
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