My glorious summer vacation started around 12:30 pm yesterday, August 31st and ended today at about 7:30 pm so it was a trifle longer than usual but not much. I finished with my last and only client of the day in town, delivered a camera to Arlo so he could take it on his vacation and skeddadled out of town. I skeddadled - I did not dawdle or linger or mosey. No, I scooted, I sashayed, I flew down the highway. I got off at the Mahone Bay exit as is traditional during my vacation and went to the market there to get peaches, bread stick, goat cheese and some ginger. Then I went and had a sandwich (a peace burger it was called but I'm not sure why - no meat maybe) and watched ducks in the bay. Then I dropped in at the liquor store where a poor lonely lady there asked me several bajillion times if I needed help. I did not. I got a bottle of French wine that celebrated the Acadians. I thought that was nice but really it was the description ( a hint of cherry always gets me). Then I drove up to Blockhouse noting all the houses for sale and back onto the highway and drove four more exits. I got off at Italy Cross and zoomed down the gorgeoso road that winds along the rushing sparkling river to Green Bay. Not the packer place you understand but the beautiful one where the MacLeod Cottages are. There I drove over the brand new (thank you Hurricaine Bill) stone causeway and up the the path to Blueberry Hill where my best bud was waiting for me - and we did it all - we played scrabble twice (she won one and I won one), Last night we had a fire and drank wine and yakked until we fell asleep.
we walked up to Petite to go second-hand clothing shopping and to talk to the cows.
On the way back I had a special communion with a huge blue dragonfly. We went to the canteen and had the best lobster chowder on the planet and I had a big thick chocolate milkshake. We also met a gold and black ladybug. My god she was a beaut of a bug! We went to the beach and toasted for a very short while and so on and so forth.