The first morning neither of us stirred before eight, and breakfast beside the kitchen window took forever - birds to watch and ideas to swap. It was after nine before we made our way to her study. I've searched my luggage twice but no luck. Undaunted, we call a one-hour eyeglass place over in Hyannis that assures us all will soon be well. If I'll give them the name of my eye doctor back in Ohio, they'll ask him to fax a copy of my prescription.
Nothing involving distance, electronics, and more than two humans, is ever simple.
Hesuggests we try again the next day. I want to suggest he get a manicure. Thwarted in an earnest attempt to work, Gail and I decide to make the best of an otherwise wasted day by wheeling into Sam Diego's for burritos, beans, and a margarita or two as we rethink our game plan. Getting such a late start could be counter-productive, so rather than risk it, we head for the local video store where 30 minutes later we discover there's not a thing in the entire New Release section that sounds the least bit Interesting. Gail says it's because the generation gap has left us with an aversion to green hair and machine guns.