A second trip to Salty Bay provides lunch on the cottage deck; (clockwise from left) Devlin, Harris, Mike, Cindy (back), Maddy (forward), and Diane.
Our annual trip to Pine Point began with a red-eye flight from LAX to Portland ME by way of Newark. I had been somewhat concerned about the 40 minute connection time, but the regional flight left from the same terminal, and we had ample time to get to the gate. The only mishap was that one of our bags (we each checked one) didn't make the transfer to Portland. Apparently there had been a lot of flight cancellations the previous day, but my bag made it on the next flight, and it was delivered to the Little House that afternoon.
When we arrived about 11am, Cindy, Mike, Mom, Dad, Robert and Adrienne were already in residence, having arrived on Sunday. We immediately indulged ourselves with a lunch from Salty Bay of clam chowder. Shortly afterwards, Diane arrived with the three girls and their bicycles. So a second trip to Salty Bay provided lunch for the Greene Gals - from left, Devlin, Harris, Mike, Cindy, Maddy, and Diane.
A second trip to Salty Bay provides lunch on the cottage deck; (clockwise from left) Devlin, Harris, Mike, Cindy (back), Maddy (forward), and Diane.
One of our favorite Pine Point pastimes - supervising the tide: from top, Dad, Mom, Adrienne, and Robert.
Shortly after lunch, Jonathan had retired for a nap having slept little on the plane. Rather than risk waking him up the girls brought their bags into the living room to take upstairs later and to give Cindy a chance to make the beds in the bunk room. Devlin, ever the fashionable one, had brought 7 bags. Maddy and Harris packed more frugally.
After Jonathan got up we made the first trip to the grocery store. After Celeste and Lauralee moved out, the pantry was empty except for a bottle of olive oil, some mayonnaise, and oatmeal. The grand total for that expedition was $215, and there is still stuff to pick up.
As usual, we had wine and snacks of the deck of the Cottage late afternoon. It was during this time that the vet called and gave us the sad news that Xena had died. My little piss and vinegar cat was fighting stomatitis, and they were going to remove her rear teeth to try to reduce the problem. I guess the condition and her lack of appetite had weakened her, and her heart stopped under anesthesia and they couldn't revive her. I had been afraid of that possibility when we took her in the day we left. We're going to miss her sleeping between us at night and taking up residence on my mousing arm while I sit at the computer.
I was feeling a bit subdued at dinner, which was a swordfish feast with the steaks obtained from Bayley's. We convened in the Little House as there were eleven of us - Diane had left around 5pm for the three hour drive back to Greene RI. After dinner Jonathan and I tried to get the cable modem and the WiFi station set up, but we found that the cable modem wouldn't connect. I tried to get on a chat using my cell phone, but was 43rd in line, so after waiting until I was 28th, I bailed on the effort and we all went to bed.
