If Saturday we missed the Charles Olson lecture because Axel had not really looked carefully at the invitation and got the address wrong, today it was me. We drove all the way to Duxbury, some 65 miles south to find no action at the Senior Center where Razia jan was supposed to have a fundraising for her girls school in Kabul.
I thought I would learn the lesson from Saturday and got the address from the flyer and then googlemapped it. We left with the directions in hand but not the invitation. I got the date wrong. So we drove all 65 miles back. If this is just a taste of getting older we better start some new routines: from now on all invitations will be printed out and studied by both of us. Maddening!
We have still not been able to get the lobster traps out – the sea remains too choppy and the wind was still gusting up from the southwest, away from land. If there had been any lobsters in the traps, remaining two weeks in close quarters with each other is not something lobsters do well – they eat each other. So if there had been two in any one of the traps there will now be one only – a bit bigger I suppose than before it entered the trap. We are anxious to find out.
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