Cape Spear

It was warm and sunny, so I let the girl sleep in while I walked up to the store for breakfast stuff and took a detour around the neighborhood to look at some houses for sale. A couple of them looked pretty good.

Midmorning we rode out to Cape Spear, the farthest Eastern point of North America, with a lighthouse, walking trails, and WWII bunker. Zenny hated it. She didn’t complain, but trudged like a prisoner up the endless stairs, stopping to sit and refusing to budge every time I paused to look at the view. That’s okay; the entire reason I even wanted to go to Cape Spear is because I remember hating the stairs so much as a kid. I took her to the mall afterwards, where she perked up over a bowl of poutine and we bought some fancy chocolates to bring home.

The girl needed some down time, so we stayed in and ordered noodle delivery while watching our K-drama. The power went out for an hour and plunged her into darkness while she was in the shower, which she thought was a great adventure.

With one day left, the stress is creeping back in. Zenny is behind on a fall break assignment that could only be completed at home, and I have storytime in a few days. This morning I woke myself up crying from a nightmare about being back. In my dream I begged the man to tell me what he’d done, and he said, I will NEVER tell you what I do. And I realized that’s all the truth I actually need.

We are going to try to enjoy this last day, taking our time to browse the shops downtown. We are on the hunt for a whole lobster.