Nantucket Confidential III

Nantucket Confidential III

Mitch was off last night, but I still managed my martini and continued to meet fascinating people at the bar here, one of the few places where I’m an extrovert. We then drove out to The Galley, watched Diane von Furstenberg arrive and the sun depart. (The sun has been setting in front of humans for thousands of years on a rather regular basis, but we still flock to see it.) The food was great, fluke muniere, and I actually had one of those specialty drinks that I quickly forgot but remember a cucumber resting in the bottom of the martini glass.

The restaurant was packed, including people seated out on the sand. It’s the kind of place where most people are dressed quite well, the waiters wear ties, and the service is impeccable. They employ four hostesses just to keep people moving! Parking is, well, somewhat innovative.

It’s still warm enough to drive back with the top down along sinuous roads under the stars.

I walked down to the dock in the fog this morning, from my deck over the lawn, and you should see those photos here someplace. I love to roam around at sunrise, with the robins racing along the lawn snagging worms ahead of me.

I’ve completed all of my writing for the month (September 1 deadlines) and Thrive! has only three more chapters to be edited, and then I’m putting it into production.

There are clouds and rain in the forecast, we’re hoping they hold off until late afternoon.

6:30 am, before I begin to write, the morning fog at the Wauwinet: