The Thimbles and Home Again

I feel like I haven’t been home in ages. As we arrived back at the house after being away again, it felt great to know that I don’t have to be anywhere for the foreseeable future.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love to go places and see new things but every once in a while you just need to be home to recharge your batteries. And trim the hedges. Part of me felt a major wave of guilt for neglecting the house for so many weeks now. I’m fairly certain that we’ve got more weeds than flowers at this point.

Saturday we spent part of the day in Stony Creek, Connecticut. We took a nice hour long boat tour of the Thimble Islands.

I so wish I had the balls to move away from here. To move to a place where people say ‘Hello, how are you?’ and actually give a crap what you answer in response. To a place that is small and neighborly, to a place that has Barn Dances… Someday.

As we were leaving lovely, little Stony Creek, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made me double back for a closer look. As I pulled into the lot and feasted my eyes upon this curious beast, I heard the sound of Kenny’s voice, calm but firm…

‘No.

No, no, no.

We do not need a boatmobile.

No.’

You know something, dear boy? We just might need a boatmobile. We do live on an island after all. Global warming, world gone asunder, terrorism and all that. We very well could need a boatmobile and you know what? We’ll have you to thank when we’re stuck in 78 bajillion hours of traffic trying to get off of this island in our dumb car. Won’t you be sorry then?

• The LARC-V