My time is your time; apparently

"Just driving by...saw a house...maybe you know it? Looking for blahdy, blah, blah 4 bedrooms, blahdy, blah heated pool, blah, blah place for pet emu to run around...What was that number? Kosher blah blah, kitchen...village..tennis..blah, blah, There's another house I saw with my wife; Honey what was that street we were on...Maidstone Lane? Park Landing? Road? Maybe it was Huntting Lane? Road? Avenue? We like quiet- OOH there's a pretty one, do you know this one we're on Abrahams Path? Landing? Blah blah, daughter in college, son in high blah,surfing...Well, anyway, we don't want to waste your time....not ready yet, sure we will! What's your name? What was that- the phone's cutting out? Oh well, thanks anyway..."

eat, pray, sleep

So it's mid-January woohoo!! Anyone with any sense (or money) isn't here, they are calling with their inital annoying rental queries from somewhere else where more than 5 people in a room aren't a crowd. They are somewhere warm like Flahridah. They want to come look but between trips to Puerto Rico and Boca it's tough to schedule.

They know what we should know by now; that the Hamptons are for summer-it's all about summer. One of my married couple friends (more on marraige & the Hamptons later) who were driving back from a movie one night last winter EH to Sg Hrbr -didn't pass a single car. With a blissful sigh he mused,"Isn't it great, we haven't passed a single car.." Tears welling up in her eyes, staring out at the blackness, she wimpered a timid,"no." It seems like more men than women are ok with the void of humanity here in winter. What's up with that???? Don't tell me it's football.... or is it?