Sunday, May 15, 2016

There is no catching up, of course...

but I'll attempt to run along behind, dropping photos and notes in a semi-jumbled way.  And, Reader Dear, speaking of a semi...er, semis: This is Mothers Day. Every year, to celebrate the occasion, there is a parade of trucks that stream up and down a stretch of highway not far from where the Yard Man and I live.  It strikes me as an idea that was thought up by someone with a mother, but very likely not someone who is a mother.  Each year, without fail, I am taken off-guard when I first pull from the ramp onto the highway and find massive numbers of massive trucks.  "Where's the fire?!" I wonder.

And then I see the carloads of folks, the little clusters sitting on blankets and lawn chairs, these people who all have mothers, or had them in the past, celebrating on the sides of the highway.



Wednesday, May 11, 2016

One more little jump

and skip...to Baltimore, Maryland...to (supposedly) deliver three gallons of Oasis ice cream mix to The Charmery (an ice cream shop with creatively fantastic flavors)...but, in actuality, to celebrate a very large milestone in the life of The Yard Man and me (For forty-three years we've been hanging around together, saying "I do").

Our first stop en route to Baltimore was Wilmington, Delaware.  (Only "on our way" in the sense that The Yard Man wished to deliver some butter to this delightful cafe, where the owner shared the early-afternoon meal with the two of us, and plied us with many dishes prepared by his first-class chef!)

When we left Wilmington, we were so over-stuffed with food that I whined to the Yard Man,  "I may not be able to eat anything more today!"

"Well, we're headed toward some very delicious ice cream!" he responded.


And, sure enough, we were:


After the owner of this shop took possession of the three gallon jugs The Yard Man presented to him, he treated us to bowls of his creamy and delectable ice cream. 
"Happy Anniversary!" he said.