Granddaughter Alice was born July 13. She and mom Meredith are fine, father Winter and sister Adeline are happy.
I visited the Andersons in Rye, N.H., two weeks after the birth, combining that with an extended weekend in Rehoboth Beach, Del., with BC classmates (previous post).
The title of this post is part of the lyrics from a Little Feat song, Willin’. I did see my pretty Alice, though she was zonked pretty much in the initial visit.
Meredith, Adeline, and I enjoyed lobster rolls at Petey’s in Rye and burgers at Rusty Hammer in Portsmouth at lunches during my visit. Alice came along, too, of course, but Winter was working. I also joined them on a visit to the dentist for Adeline’s appointment.
Adeline spent a lot of her time playing with my iPad. I told her my PIN the first day, and she remembered it thereafter(!). Among the things she did was take Photo Booth selfies.
As usual, I put a few hundred miles on rental cars, traveling through a lot of Greater Boston and southern New Hampshire. I stayed at Chez Kenah, and there are no hosts more welcoming than Marcy and Larry. Visited Karen and Richard Sullivan in Mashpee, also wonderful hosts, and saw sister Ann in Woods Hole. She came over from Martha’s Vineyard to join me for lunch. My last night was at Ed Hattauer’s place in Arlington, and Ed was kind enough to drive me to Logan for a 7 a.m. flight, August 6.
On my trip from Rye to Mashpee on August 4, I had a toxic dose of Greater Boston driving. My GPS put me on Rte. 1 in Danvers, heading south, which I hope was for traffic reasons. It may, however, have been an early sign of Garmin dementia. A strong set of thunderstorm cells hit the area, causing a lot of damage and consternation. Take Boston roadways and traffic, add lightning and rain. My GPS lost satellite connection many times and, it seemed, reason because of lightning. It would give me an instruction, lose connection, and then reconnect two instructions back.
I drove through Chelsea, the Ted Williams Tunnel, Southie, residential streets in Quincy, and downtown Quincy on my way to Rte. 3 and the Cape. I knew the way, but had hoped the GPS would save me time in terms of traffic. Some of the time it did, but . . . . Took me four hours.
I had a wonderful 10 days back East. Saw family and friends, though missed many friends I would have liked to have seen. As always, hope to have them join me on this coast sometime soon.
Welcome, Alice!
