stripped down weekend

A stripped down weekend means no responsibilities, no child, no dog, no dinner parties, no cooking, no extraneous family. Just me n Arnie, 5 books and the open road. It's a road trip and we made it up to the Cape in 5 hours. Well, he did. he's the chauffeur and I'm the friendly and attentive passenger. The only irritant to this journey was that my phone rang off the hook...And finally when I answered it to hear my boss' voice screaming that he hoped that I had my cell phone in hand. Clearly I had it. And then I made the required phone call to a New York Times reporter who was doing a story for the Times web site about Ugly Betty and why this and other TV shows have filmed at the Museum. I sit in on interviews all the time and if you do too many with one person, then you know all the answers as well as they do. Better. And know that you could do it better. But this time it was Me and I really enjoyed it. I was relaxed but not so relaxed that I was stupid and so we'll see what comes out of this. Hopefully my 3 sentences will not end on the cutting room floor.

Stayed at the famous old Chatham Bars Inn which is quite beautiful and really well appointed. Now a member of the Leading Hotels of the World hotel group, everything about it was done and done well. I remembered this hotel from a wedding that I went to more than 10 years ago on a warm summer day. That was then. This weekend was cold. I lived in a yellow slicker jacket with a number of sweaters. I immediately decided that I would live there. But now of course I'm home and don't want to go back to Chatham at all. It was quiet which was my agenda and sigularly without people. Out of season is a blessing. Walked along the shore, Arnie ate lobster, we explored, and read. So while I'm always happy to leave the City, then I'm thrilled to get home. There is so much real estate up for sale that it gives you whip lash as you're riding through some of these very pretty little towns. Unemployment on the Cape is 11%. We had a chat about where we might live if we didn't live in New York and frankly it's just not a viable conversation with me. It's just here. Staying someplace else in a hotel for a month. Done deal. Living there? No way.