I moved in to my apartment in Archers Beach yesterday in the midst of the rags of Hurricane Isaac. It made for a damp occasion, but at least I didn’t have to carry boxes upstairs. Steve joined me in the late afternoon, and we went food shopping. After 32 years of shared living, it’s hard to know how much one person will use/eat. Ah, well, there’s Ahz’s Market, after all, if I run short.
Today started with breakfast at Michele’s Garden Cafe, then a short walk on the beach before Steve headed back to the Confusion Factory, the cats, and the work in process. I tried out several office situations and have identified the recliner, the breakfast bar, and, if needed, the kitchen table as writing zones. Good thing Ox is mobile.
It’s amazing to me how thin of company we are. The town really does shut down after the Season (defined on the far side by Labor Day), and the only people who are left are a few hardy tourists and…the people who live here. The nice thing about that is that the people who live here tend to assume that you must live here, too.
I also love being in town, so I can walk. Six miles and change today — and not all of it on the beach.
I posted some pictures of the day here.