So not a hell of a lot has happened vis a vis construction in the past week, causing my husband Josh and me to fall into a bit of a funk when we checked out the house on Saturday. To try and lift our spirits, we took the three second drive down to Azurest beach (pictured above) which is where I learned to swim as a child. It always makes me feel better to be there, even if it's freezing cold and the conversation still centers around contractors, lack of funds, feelings of being overwhelmed, etc.

Sag Harbor, in case I haven't mentioned this before, has historically been a summer haven for African Americans lucky enough to consider spending time at the beach in the first place. Most of the  village's beachfront property is black owned, and divided into three adjoining developments: Azurest, Sag Harbor Hills and Ninevah-- as kids, we used to have all kinds of ridiculous rivalries based solely on where we lived. Those days are long over, and the once private areas are now officially part of the village (except maybe Ninevah) I even read an article in the local paper about how "hot" the real estate values are in these areas. My how times have changed. This is a topic that warrants much more attention... maybe during the slower construction weeks (like this one... aaaargh!!!!) I can go into more detail about the area and its singular history.