Did I forget to lock it? Was it the wind? Returning from downtown Newport with my bag of crustaceans one night, I noticed that the front door to the house was wide open. My routine stayed the same every single day for a couple of weeks until my rude awakening hit. Then, I’d sit down to dinner with a bottle of chilled white wine while enjoying the sunset over the Atlantic. I’d take them home in a bag and steam them in a pot outside in the yard. The day typically winded down with a trip down to the dock for some freshly-caught lobster or quahogs. Before nightfall, I would drive down to Thames Street in Newport and browse the shops, looking at blown glass, trinkets and nautical artwork. I’d then soak in the tub upstairs for as long as I pleased before getting dressed and starting my day, and by that I mean curling up on the couch with my book.īy mid-afternoon, I’d make lunch and bring it back out to the upper deck. Listening to the seagulls, I would peruse Facebook, read my In Style magazine or simply meditate. My day would start with coffee on the upper deck that overlooked Easton’s Beach. My hope was to find a temporary job for the season, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy a few weeks of relaxation. My teaching job in Providence afforded me summers off. At twenty-four, I was single again and starting a new life in Newport for the summer. So, this was a major time of transition for me.
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