The boat cover came off yesterday. A true sign of the change of seasons. We also picked up our parking decals for 2014. Kingman doesn’t officially kick into high gear until May 1, but the docks and mooring balls are in place; the shrink wrap truck is busily making the rounds, and the air is thick with anticipation.

Conventional wisdom says that we should focus on living one day at a time. True enough. We don’t really know what tomorrow will bring, but I can’t help but feel that anticipation is one of the joys of living.

Frank is thinking about fishing. Not me. Although I do plan to get a salt water fishing license this year. I’m fantasizing about the opening of the Chart Room and lobster salad on grilled Portuguese bread. Drinks on the creaky old Adirondack chairs by the side of Redbrook Harbor. Dinners and sunsets at the mooring. The beach at Bassett’s. The first time out as we round the point to the outer harbor. It’s all good.

For those of us who are fortunate, today is the bowl of ice cream; anticipation of things to come is the hot fudge and sprinkles.