I left my house in Columbus, Georgia at 5:15 am and arrived at the Days’ Cottages at 12:15–7 hours door to door. I flew into Boston, a rented convertible waiting for me, but the forecast was for wind, rain, and cold–all six days. And it was pouring as I ducked into the rental car office to change the convertible to an SUV.
Other than being disappointed I wouldn’t be biking into Provincetown for lunch, the forecast couldn’t have made me happier. There’s so much pressure to do things when the sun is out. And I feel best in cool weather–the prospect of 55 in June was like some kind of miracle.
I had biked to these cottages before and seen them from the outside, but I really had no idea what to expect from the inside. I knew there was no TV–which I was looking forward to. I packed my portable speakers, but I never used them, preferring the sound of the waves.
I also knew from the web that all the cottages were exactly alike inside: a living room with a comfortable cot (that turned out to be a sofa), and ten windows, of which five overlook the bay; two bedrooms each with a double bed; a kitchen fully equipped for cooking with a gas stove, refrigerator, and continuous hot water; and a bathroom with shower. “Also furnished with each cottage is bed linen, dinnerware with cutlery, gas, and electric lights.” [emphasis mine]
I wanted to stay there at least once.
But I fell in love–with the bare walls, the spare furnishings, the lack of things, the fixtures.
A fixture is defined as:
something securely, and usually permanently, attached or appended, as to a house….
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