A Funny Feeling of Deja Vu

Today I wrote about our day trip to Nantucket, and when I saved the post, I discovered, eeek, that I wrote essentially the same post last year on our day trip to Nantucket. Last year, we spent even more money. Next year I'll suck it up and not say a word.

In downtown Nantucket, there was a mother duck and 4 very small ducklings paddling around where the harbor dips down and abuts the walk. Interesting how many adults walked on by and never noticed nothin, as opposed to the little kids who almost always noticed the ducklings.

When we first began going to Nantucket, back when God was a boy, an artist created a character called Mary Seagull, a middle-aged tourist with a large pocketbook and comfortable shoes. From time to time one still sees the prototype of Mary Seagull, not a trophy wife, but an indefatigable tourist. I googled all over the web and couldn't find any mention of this delightful but wooden (literally) character. We walked by the building that housed the gallery where the artist always displayed his scultpures. I always wonder where those sculptures are today? They must be somewhere. I'd love to have one on my deck.

The garden looks so good, and the patio tomatoes have been profilic and tasty. I pick fresh herbs every day. We had some in a risotto tonight and it was delicious. Grilled pork chops with a terrific fresh plum salsa. Summer food is wonderful. But then so is winter food. I'm going to make my corn and rice salad with watercress this week, and the potato salad with peas and chive aoli. Carbs anyone? Down with diets!

I'm crawling thru the hard copy of Festival Madness and finding lots of edits I missed on the screen. I don't know what I'll do with the book once I finish. Querying has become a nightmare, and definitely bad for my mental health. I'm thinking maybe a California publisher, since Burning Man figures so prominentaly in the book. I'm thinking heroin in the jugular. I'm really not thinking at all.

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