Patti Gibbons Art

                                     The Strange Moon Like Landscape of the Golf Course A sweet little bungalow on the Course     At Wellfleet Harbor    The Salt Marsh at the Eastham Visitor Cente I am on vacation on Cape Cod.  Over the years I have come to know and love the Cape, with its oceans, bays, salt marshes, restaurants. The only thing I DON'T like about the Cape is the 4.5 hour ride which usually turns to a 6 hour ride due to traffic. Over the past several years we have been finding places of our own to stay, rather than staying with friends. We can come and go, and not worry that we are cluttering up their house with our photography and art equipment, or estate/junking finds. Renting sight unseen on the Cape is someti...

On one of those silly Facebook apps, I did a survey on "Which writer am I?"  The answer was Jack Kerouac. I have not read the book On the Road, , but now feel obligated to do so.  I suspect we have a lot in common, though much of it I will never admit to publicly, until I am retired.  Then, and only then, will you get the unedited version of my life. The past week has been stressful getting ready for our road trip to Hilton Head, SC, about 900 miles from my house.   Two years ago we drove to Kentucky to see Megan and baby Randy after he was born, and I swore I would not spend that much time in a car again.  But we were offered a bungalow on a lagoon on an island, so how could I turn it down? A few days before we left, as I was packing and doing the 10,000 things that had to be done,I exploded  to a D cup, and could not move without pain. I started having cramps. Headaches. And cranky? I bulldogged my way through the day, feeling lucky that no on...

It's a very different world here. It feels like a sauna 24/7, and it is currently 97. The storms blow through here fiercely, and we are on the eastern edge of tornado alley. We were delayed landing in Nashville as a series of storms were hitting the city, and the wind tore apart Megan's gazebo. Flying is always an adventure. Sometimes I think I am better off driving. It took me 11 hours to get here, and I only spent 2.75 hours in the air.  I started out with delays, and ended with delays. I sat, I hovered, I sat. Then there was an accident on the highway and Andrea was stuck in traffic for 45 minutes past my arrival. But airport sitting makes for good entertainment.  I people watch , and privately chuckle at the fashion faux pas like women trying to negotiate luggage and late planes in micro minis and high heels, men adjusting their bad toupees, old ladies who really should NOT be traveling alone as their have no clue how to get from point A to point B. (that is where I ...