Three months, nine days, and six hours have elapsed since I moved back in with my parents. Even more time has occurred since I last posted anything here, my apologies. Not that it is a significant loss to anyone, or that anyone truly missed reading the posts. Regardless, Cape Cod has seen two snowstorms this winter. The first in December and the second today. While flora and fauna have been constipated for the majority of the winter, I have taken advantage of their respectively clogged areas in order to grace the unadulterated pavement with my bicycle tires. We, being me, myself and I, three people I have become severely acquainted with over these past months, will get back to that topic in a minute.
To provide a form of purpose to this re-introduction, or explanation rather, I was at home last night working with my sewing machine and thought that it may be fun to make use of this blog space for the time being. With no real "point" to having the blog, I figured it might be a great way to occupy some spare time and introduce a little variety into my routine. Said routine involves: waking up, taking a pee without washing my hands, making a pot of coffee and bowl of oatmeal, retrieving the newspaper while breakfast is being prepared. Following each of these tasks, I check my facebook, "Well, nothing for me to reply to, nice," then I peruse the links to the right of this here blog, give or take a few, decide thirty-minutes is too much time on the net, take a poop, wash hands, brush teeth, shower, and warmup the car. My day becomes real simple after this, work from 2:00 p.m. to 7:30 p.m., come home, make/eat diner, read/TV, bed. My day of is a little more interesting. Same morning routine followed by a bicycle ride to the library then onwards to the coffee shop or into Woods Hole and eventually home. That trip is roughly a 20-mile roundtrip ride that is filled with gorgeous views of the constantly changing Atlantic Ocean, several harbors, weaving between boats on stantions, and an amazing bike trail. Each of which have photos coming tomorrow once my film is developed.
Now that we all have an understanding of where I have been, I will explain the Hotel Beriau. Thankfully I have a great family and they allowed me to move in for a few months after I got into a rent paying pinch in Boston as my job was coming to an end and unemployment is climbing. I call it Hotel Beriau because I only use four rooms here: bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room. All of these rooms equate to the bare necessities of a hotel with a kitchenette. It has been excellent though. My father is the head chef at a restaurant that closes for the month of January, which allows him to spend the month with my mother in N.H., where she works and he skis. This is why I've been acquainted with my three selves. I'm pretty good company, though sometimes Myself gets lazy and wants to watch TV when I want to read and Me is just the deliberator.
While my routine may seem a bore to some, I have been busy on and off Cape since I moved back. As soon as Loon opened I had been up there at least twice a week, as evidenced by Tom Johnson over at his blog. I stopped heading up there after the season finale of Jersey Shore, which was a huge letdown, unlike this picture. On that note. We should be caught up. I work at a deli named Lambert's. Picture-heavy post tomorrow.
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