TRAFFIC
The Nauset Faucet is very concerned with the flow of pedestrians and bikers along Main Street. The Nauset Faucet has noticed a pattern of pedestrians who seem to be traveling in the wrong direction. Here are the rules:
1. Bikers bike with traffic
2. Walkers/Joggers travel against (facing) the flow of traffic so that they can see oncoming cars.
Thank You.
The Nauset Faucet
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Review
CLOUD 9
On these cold and rainy Cape Cod nights, all one wishes is to curl up watching a good movie and to forget your troubles (i.e. a sinking boat out in Bixbys that desperately needs to be bailed). So now to head over to that Blockbuster, right? Wrong. After Blockbuster closed down its Orlean's branch (along with many other stores nation-wide), we have been left movie-less, turning to driving to Wellfleet to go to a drive-in movie you can half hear. However, don't fear! Cloud 9, a new movie rental store running in the same space as the old Blockbuster, offers a wide variety of classics, "hot new rentals," Sundance movies and seasons of popular TV shows. Cloud 9 uses about half of the space that Blockbuster used (the extra space is curtained off) as it removed all those terrible movies nobody rented. After picking three rentals (The Blind Side, Sex and the City and The Private Lives of Pippa Lee), I was instructed to fill out a lengthy form to create an account. The form designates only three people in a family who are allowed to rent a movie using the same account and offers restrictions on what kind of movie each person is allowed to rent (i.e. you could say your daughter is not allowed to rent anything over a PG-13 rated movie). Finally at checkout, my total came to over $12, a little steep for three movies. I was then informed that because The Blind Side was a "hot new rental," it would be due back tomorrow at 6pm. It was 8 pm when I rented it. We therefore returned The Blind Side to the shelf and continued home with two movies that cost $8. I would recommend checking out Cloud 9 and maybe renting a older movie, so you can have it for more that 22 hours.
Lydia H.
On these cold and rainy Cape Cod nights, all one wishes is to curl up watching a good movie and to forget your troubles (i.e. a sinking boat out in Bixbys that desperately needs to be bailed). So now to head over to that Blockbuster, right? Wrong. After Blockbuster closed down its Orlean's branch (along with many other stores nation-wide), we have been left movie-less, turning to driving to Wellfleet to go to a drive-in movie you can half hear. However, don't fear! Cloud 9, a new movie rental store running in the same space as the old Blockbuster, offers a wide variety of classics, "hot new rentals," Sundance movies and seasons of popular TV shows. Cloud 9 uses about half of the space that Blockbuster used (the extra space is curtained off) as it removed all those terrible movies nobody rented. After picking three rentals (The Blind Side, Sex and the City and The Private Lives of Pippa Lee), I was instructed to fill out a lengthy form to create an account. The form designates only three people in a family who are allowed to rent a movie using the same account and offers restrictions on what kind of movie each person is allowed to rent (i.e. you could say your daughter is not allowed to rent anything over a PG-13 rated movie). Finally at checkout, my total came to over $12, a little steep for three movies. I was then informed that because The Blind Side was a "hot new rental," it would be due back tomorrow at 6pm. It was 8 pm when I rented it. We therefore returned The Blind Side to the shelf and continued home with two movies that cost $8. I would recommend checking out Cloud 9 and maybe renting a older movie, so you can have it for more that 22 hours.
Lydia H.
Ask Aunt Polly
NEW ASK AUNT POLLY!
Send all Ask Aunt Polly Questions to nausetfaucet@aol.com which will be then forwarded to Polly.
Dear Aunt Polly,
My wife is a terrific reader, but loves to nibble while she reads.
Our house is littered with her half-eaten snacks and
lost-in-the-cushions candies, which attract ants and worse. If I
complain about sticky surfaces and crumbs everywhere, she says I know
where the vacuum is. She's hard to share a house with - even our bed
is salty. I'm glad she likes books, but what can I do about her messy
habit? It's my house too.
Tired of Fritoes in my Bed, Los Angeles
Dear Frito,
Your wife is truly lost in books. She is an unconscious consumer,
orally fixated on words and food in unhealthy ways. Speak with your
family doctor and hire a good cleaning person are my suggestions.
-Aunt P.
Dear Aunt Polly,
Our divorced uncle always brings his latest girlfriend to family
gatherings. This usually works fine, but his new amour is a bossy,
bleach-blonde know-it-all who offends my mother (his sister) and the
other females with her insensitive remarks and her moves on all males
attending, age no matter. Uncle T. is oblivious to the disharmony his
lady-love causes - he's nuts about her. As I plan our Labor Day
barbecue, I'm worried how to prevent family warfare. Can I not invite them?
Family hostess in West Texas
Dear Hostess,
Do you want to prevent or start a war? I suggest a private chat with
Uncle T. Maybe he'll find something else to do Labor Day weekend.
Maybe he'll think twice about his girlfriend's imperfections. If he
decides to attend, maybe he'll supervise her better. Should all else
fail, give the family get-togethers a rest till the next gal.
Aunt P.
Dear Aunt Polly,
My husband Larry loves watching birds at our kitchen feeding station.
He's bought over a dozen feeders of different kinds, but won't keep
them filled. The amazing birds he attracts find either feast or
famine. He says I should keep them filled if it bothers me, but I
don't even like birds. Last spring he left his feeders out so late in
the season we had three different bear visits. This is scary because
of our young children. How can he become a more responsible hobbyist?
Anxious in Appledore, Wis.
Dear Anxious,
Face it, some people are for the birds. I'd look out another window
and ignore Larry's erratic animal husbandry. But bears...that's no
joke. Find a good storage bin and dismantle his hobby shop for him
every April 1st. It's the law where I live.
Aunt P.
Send all Ask Aunt Polly Questions to nausetfaucet@aol.com which will be then forwarded to Polly.
Dear Aunt Polly,
My wife is a terrific reader, but loves to nibble while she reads.
Our house is littered with her half-eaten snacks and
lost-in-the-cushions candies, which attract ants and worse. If I
complain about sticky surfaces and crumbs everywhere, she says I know
where the vacuum is. She's hard to share a house with - even our bed
is salty. I'm glad she likes books, but what can I do about her messy
habit? It's my house too.
Tired of Fritoes in my Bed, Los Angeles
Dear Frito,
Your wife is truly lost in books. She is an unconscious consumer,
orally fixated on words and food in unhealthy ways. Speak with your
family doctor and hire a good cleaning person are my suggestions.
-Aunt P.
Dear Aunt Polly,
Our divorced uncle always brings his latest girlfriend to family
gatherings. This usually works fine, but his new amour is a bossy,
bleach-blonde know-it-all who offends my mother (his sister) and the
other females with her insensitive remarks and her moves on all males
attending, age no matter. Uncle T. is oblivious to the disharmony his
lady-love causes - he's nuts about her. As I plan our Labor Day
barbecue, I'm worried how to prevent family warfare. Can I not invite them?
Family hostess in West Texas
Dear Hostess,
Do you want to prevent or start a war? I suggest a private chat with
Uncle T. Maybe he'll find something else to do Labor Day weekend.
Maybe he'll think twice about his girlfriend's imperfections. If he
decides to attend, maybe he'll supervise her better. Should all else
fail, give the family get-togethers a rest till the next gal.
Aunt P.
Dear Aunt Polly,
My husband Larry loves watching birds at our kitchen feeding station.
He's bought over a dozen feeders of different kinds, but won't keep
them filled. The amazing birds he attracts find either feast or
famine. He says I should keep them filled if it bothers me, but I
don't even like birds. Last spring he left his feeders out so late in
the season we had three different bear visits. This is scary because
of our young children. How can he become a more responsible hobbyist?
Anxious in Appledore, Wis.
Dear Anxious,
Face it, some people are for the birds. I'd look out another window
and ignore Larry's erratic animal husbandry. But bears...that's no
joke. Find a good storage bin and dismantle his hobby shop for him
every April 1st. It's the law where I live.
Aunt P.
Friday, July 9, 2010
News
JULIE'S FINGER
Today, while riding my bike to meet Charlotte for a relaxing day on the beach, I came across the infamous Zelle Lexus parked just outside the walkway to the Gaze. Julie was sitting in the passenger seat with Charlotte behind the wheel, clutching a makeshift bandage of a dishtowel and a ziplock baggie full of ice around her finger. "I cut my finger in the blender", shouted Julie, "hop in!" Apparently, while blending Charlotte's breakfast food (Charlotte's recent jaw surgery prohibits her from chewing for awhile), Julie reached in the blender to get a lump out while simultaneously turning the blender on. Her index finger had a small cut which was described as "the length of a fingernail and almost to the bone". Although the experience was extremely painful at first, the pain subsided and her finger was "throbbing" and the incident became more "shocking". After Charlotte, anxious about the state of her mother's finger, missed the exit 11 turn and instead continued through exit 9, everyone took a few calming deep breaths and Charlotte pulled a couple of U-ies. Finally, the gold Lexus took a turn into the Fontaine Medical Center, eager to receive care for Julie. After waiting for about half an hour, Julie's name was finally called. Might I add that I was the only one in a bathing suit, meaning I stalked into the Center wearing no pants and a half buttoned shirt with a bright green bikini popping through, resulting in many disapproving looks from the fellow patients. After a 15-minute wait, Julie emerged from her room sans stitches but rather with a finger doused in Derma Glue (ointment that pushes the split skin back together) and wrapped generously in Steri Strips. All were relieved that stitches were not required, however the patient seemed more concerned about how in the world could she wash her spray tan off after specific instructions not to get her finger wet for a few days. Julie says she is doing fine, and that she is "so grateful because it could have been so much worse." She also adds that she "saw God". We are so happy that Julie is fine and we advise her to maybe stay away from blenders for a little while.
Lydia H.
Today, while riding my bike to meet Charlotte for a relaxing day on the beach, I came across the infamous Zelle Lexus parked just outside the walkway to the Gaze. Julie was sitting in the passenger seat with Charlotte behind the wheel, clutching a makeshift bandage of a dishtowel and a ziplock baggie full of ice around her finger. "I cut my finger in the blender", shouted Julie, "hop in!" Apparently, while blending Charlotte's breakfast food (Charlotte's recent jaw surgery prohibits her from chewing for awhile), Julie reached in the blender to get a lump out while simultaneously turning the blender on. Her index finger had a small cut which was described as "the length of a fingernail and almost to the bone". Although the experience was extremely painful at first, the pain subsided and her finger was "throbbing" and the incident became more "shocking". After Charlotte, anxious about the state of her mother's finger, missed the exit 11 turn and instead continued through exit 9, everyone took a few calming deep breaths and Charlotte pulled a couple of U-ies. Finally, the gold Lexus took a turn into the Fontaine Medical Center, eager to receive care for Julie. After waiting for about half an hour, Julie's name was finally called. Might I add that I was the only one in a bathing suit, meaning I stalked into the Center wearing no pants and a half buttoned shirt with a bright green bikini popping through, resulting in many disapproving looks from the fellow patients. After a 15-minute wait, Julie emerged from her room sans stitches but rather with a finger doused in Derma Glue (ointment that pushes the split skin back together) and wrapped generously in Steri Strips. All were relieved that stitches were not required, however the patient seemed more concerned about how in the world could she wash her spray tan off after specific instructions not to get her finger wet for a few days. Julie says she is doing fine, and that she is "so grateful because it could have been so much worse." She also adds that she "saw God". We are so happy that Julie is fine and we advise her to maybe stay away from blenders for a little while.
Lydia H.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Last Word
NEW YORK
The day after school ended I went to New York on a plane. We visited the Statue of Liberty. We got there on a boat. The lines were very, very long. We went up 168 steps to the top of the base. It was very, very high. Ma maman dit “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.” (She’s afraid of heights.)
Johnny D.
The day after school ended I went to New York on a plane. We visited the Statue of Liberty. We got there on a boat. The lines were very, very long. We went up 168 steps to the top of the base. It was very, very high. Ma maman dit “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.” (She’s afraid of heights.)
Johnny D.
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