February 13, 2005

• Mystic For A Day
  

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  We headed down to Mystic, Ct.  A wander with my Honey. 

  We wandered along the river banks, drove in and around the back roads,
  in through the private associations of copious wealth with their houses
  standing tip toe at the waters edge - the journey was our purpose not
  the destination.  At the end of the road was Mystic; shops and
  coffee, couture and caffeine, the cool February day gave us a Valentine
  kiss of sun.  At the far end of town, whose size is not much bigger than
  the narrows its old bridge crosses, is the S&P Oyster Company. 
  A white two story building with commanding views of the river.  We
  bounded up the stairs and headed straight over to the last table with a
  window view.  What followed could only be described as a three
  hour languishing lunch consisting of steamers, wine, fish, wine,
  lobster rolls, wine (somebody bring us more wine!) and of course each
  other.  A seal played in the river for our
  amusement (I'd show a photograph of him but with my camera he would
  look like a grey rock poking out of the black oily surface of the
  water - its a seal, honest).

  A weekend along the Connecticut coast was more than  nice. 
  We stayed at the Inn at Harbor Hill and I can enthusiastically recommend you to Sue and
  Dave's care without any reservations; they are wonderful.  We
  loved the place soo much we have already booked for our birthday's in August (she
  the 24th, I the 25th).  And for those astrologically inclined and
  noticing we are on the cusp of two signs; she is the Leo , I so much the
  Virgo.  It was Valentine's weekend after all and I used all the power
  of my earth sign to my advantage, taming the lion can be such hard work
  (loving toil it was!)

  We returned back to the Inn, happy and full - life is good.

  Do you know the sound you make when you plop down on the couch? 
  The 'ahhhh' kind of satified murmering escapes out of your mouth when
  you hit the couch and you are extremely satisfied and
  comfortable.  The fireplace was to our left and we were in for the
  evening.  We chuckled to ourselves as the other couples staying at
  the Inn wandered in and then, nearly all, called down to the Inn keeper
  and canceled their reservations, what were they doing upstairs instead
  of going out to dinner? 
  We, from the start, had designs on the couch in front of the
  fireplace.  Feet up on the couch, laying up against each other,
  glasses of wine (surprise ) in our
  hands we leaned in close, conspiritorial lovers watching the parade of
  our cohabitants go through the common room whispering our thoughts
  about them to each other, winking and laughing together.  After a
  while we were joined on the couch across from us by a couple that
  amused and charmed us.  They were a ball and we coerced them from
  their dinner reservations and we sat on facing couches telling tales
  and finding each other quite enjoyable.  The funniest thing to
  come out during our conversations was the fact that Mark wanted the
  room we had - a first floor separate suite with its own fireplace and
  kitchenette - and we joked about how envelopes of cash were being
  passed around trying to get that room!  We have the room for the weekend of our birthdays, we win!

  And I will leave you with the morning view from the porch of that room overlooking the Thames river in Conneticut.

  

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