Dazed and Confused

In the first post after we moved into our beach house on the Cape, I asked whether I could stand an Autumn here, given that the remnants of Hurricane Ian were whipping up the seas and hurling chairs across our deck. The first five days of October were, in a word, awful. But, then the weather grew exponentially better, and we wound up having a beautiful month.

Here we are now -- the first weekend in November, and Cape Cod is the gift that keeps on giving. Yesterday was about 72 degrees and sunny. Today was 75 and sunny. Is it really November in New England? How can this be? Lots of folks high-tailed it out of here at the end of October and headed south for warmer weather. One such person, I think, is Bathrobe Man. He lives in what looks like a garden shed with a lovely front yard. In fact, his shed/house is so small, he would spend all day outside in that lovely front yard wearing nothing but a fluffy white robe. He entertained his yardbird friends in his robe, read the paper in his robe, and sat with his lady in his robe. Sometimes I wondered whether he had clothes. Anyway, the weekend before Halloween, I noticed that some of Bathrobe Man's garden accoutrements were wrapped in blue tarp, and his shed appeared to be closed tighter than a drum. He should have hung around a bit longer. Tomorrow is supposed to be glorious as well.

We had four of our six grandchildren over for the weekend. They spent a lot of time on the beach collecting more rocks.

TSO and the Four Grands With
Fatty Wampus Swimming Off To The Left -- Alone

At one point, Mary wanted to return to the house. Big boy that he is, her older brother, Thomas, escorted her back. 

Awesome Big Brother!

After leaving his little sister with their Granny, Tom returned to the shore line where he joined his older sisters in some toe dipping. 

Refreshing
The Wamp Is Still Floating Alone Out There

So, we had a great weekend enjoying not just Summer in Autumn but Summer in November!

We returned Inland tonight. I then realized I had to run to Target for something. I got in my car and turned on the radio. I'm not quite sure what the various radio stations are around here yet, so I started searching. The first station I landed on was playing The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole. You know -- chestnuts roasting on an open fire and all that. My first thought was "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" It's freakin' November 6th. There's still Halloween candy lying around the house. It's 75 degrees out. Stop! The song was almost over and was soon followed by Frosty the Snowman. OMG! That song was still going strong when I rolled into the Target parking lot. I did my shopping, got back in my car, and guess what? A different version of Frosty the Snowman was playing! Holy moly! It's early November, and this station is unable to come up with something other than two Frostys within 20 minutes. Good grief.

Now, I like Christmas music, by and large. I grew up on it. At Christmastime, mind you. But this schlock (is that a bad word?) is too much to bear/bare sometimes. Although it's early, and I'm railing against prematurely-playing Christmas songs, I have to take this opportunity to recommend one of my very favorite "holiday" albums, if you will. It's called "If On A Winter's Night," and it's Sting.

The album contains some Christmas songs (nothing like Frosty though), but it is mostly a reflection on the season of Winter. For a real treat, watch Sting's concert "Live from Durham Cathedral" where he played these songs. It's amazing. 

I better be careful here. I may be putting myself in the Christmas Spirit before Thanksgiving gets here.