The best part of vacation...

The girls and I arrived at my folks place on the cape on Tuesday and it has been fun and sun ever since.

We have been alternating between bay swimming and ocean swimming. Bay swimming means the water is warmer but the waves are small. Ocean swimming brings bigger waves but has water which is so cold, so cold that I want to weep just remembering the cold. Painful cold. Ice cube cold. The cold that gets into your soul and makes you beg for your mommy. But once you have sustained permanent nerve damage in your extremities it's not so bad!

The girls and I have settled into a routine of taking the dogs up to the land where dogs are worshiped Provincetown for a walk and beach romp every morning. You can take the dogs into every store and most shop owners even have treats for the dogs. It's quite interesting to see how uneventful it is to have the dogs everywhere, not bothering anyone with their dogginess, everyone just going about their business and loving life.

This is the handle on one of the benches. I wanted the whole bench, but settled for a picture.

In addition to beach love and dog love, the other truly magical thing about being here is that my dad does all the laundry.

Let me say that again.

My dad does ALL the laundry. And quickly! And he uses fabric softener! And he folds it!

It is perhaps the greatest luxury of my adult life and the best part of vacation. Go ahead and envy me.

I know you do. (Karen, I'm talking to you.)