The party was at Beth and Johnnie’s, and included our good friends Chris and Ann. Great food, lots of wine and much catching up and laughter all around. Buddy was honored to be included and I stayed stayed up well past my usual bedtime; it was actually past midnight before I signed off.
We all slept in on Sunday, except for Johnnie, who was working (he’s a sound man, and is currently on the crew of a reality show about hoarders–sign of our times). Beth whipped up some biscotti and french press coffee for breakfast, and then we stopped in at Chris and Ann’s, where Peter got to hang with their son Cooper and new pup Neko, and we had a tour of the work-in-progress renovation of their home. And we were fed once again; mozzarella, basil and tomatoes sandwiches.
A trip back to Ipswich is always bittersweet for Peter, as having spent the first ten years of his life there, he really feels the tug of his roots. I understand, but as time goes on, I think he will learn to appreciate the very special environment we have in the mountains of New Hampshire.
I too, love the ocean, but our interaction with the life contained by all of that water pretty much stops at the shoreline. It’s much like the sky; another amazing environment which we, without wings of our own, must usually observe from the ground. Even the desert is foreign and unwelcoming to all but very specialized life forms in a way in which the forest is not. Beneath the canopy of trees we can conceivably find food, water and shelter and thus it is a naturally hospitable environment for humans (and of course, lots of other creatures). And I love the fact that we can just walk out our back door and deep into the woods.
Anyway; before I leave Ipswich, one more special note. Our friend Chris is an accomplished practitioner of what he refers to as ‘piggyback’ art. I took a quick peek into the inner sanctum of his studio; for those who would like to see more, follow this link to Eddie Breen.