I went away for the weekend. I visited the family home in East Hampton. I was born there and even though I haven't live there full time in about 48 years it still feels like home.
And I think I have found a way to completely de-stress over a weekend. From Friday night until Sunday morning I lived almost completely without reference to clocks. I went to bed when tired and got up when rested. I spent the minimum possible time worrying about meals. I ate when I was hungry and since I bought my food prepared I spent no time actually working at meals. Now I do like to cook and there are times when cooking is something to do for fun and relaxation but this was not the weekend for it.
I hardly turned on the TV at all and when I did I usually wound up turning it off because there was nothing on. I was not in the mood to watch anything that didn't interest me.
So what did I do? I had good pizza. I took a walk along the beach. I drove to a vineyard and picked up a few presents. Had I been a wine drinker I could have tasted the wines as well but it was interesting just being there. I walked around town window shopping and occasionally browsing inside. I spent a while in a bookstore for example. I bought only bargains - much of them half off because it is not yet "The Season" and they are clearing out the remnants of last season. I went to a movie (300 - I'd recommend waiting for the rental) and ate popcorn. I went to church Sunday morning at the church where I was baptized 53 years ago. I walked to church which was nice because it was good preparation to worship and driving kills the mood afterwards. I ate a sandwich (meatball Parmesan) that was far better than what I can get at restaurants at home. I looked at the fancy restaurants where the rich people eat but ate reasonably prices and very good food in places the year-round locals eat.
I watched a lot of people. There is a real stratification in resort towns and it is interesting to observe.Some of the stores were patronized by people who obviously have a lot of money. Some of the stores were patronized by people who are probably doing shopping for their employers. Isn't it interesting how people will shop for some things for themselves (clothing, toys, jewelry) but will hire people to show for their food and household requirements? There are the year-round people in some stores but others they avoid unless they work there.
I took a series of ferry rides for the trip home. I stopped and played some poker half way home. I lost a few dollars but I had some fun and it was relaxing and social. I also took advantage of being alone to try a restuarant that I had wanted to try for a while but that no one else I had traveled there had wanted to try. Still I think that next time I will spend more time in the village. East Hampton village is where the song "Home Sweet Home" is believed by many to have been written and for me home sweet home is what it is.
BTW here is a video of my little home village. You'll see some of the stores and the beach I visited in it. Khahn who you see in the video helped my figure out how to carry two surfboards home on Saturday. The houses you see are a lot bigger than the one I stay in BTW. But most of what you see is in easy walking distance from our home in the village.