Friday, August 10, 2007

As it turns out, I don't actually like long walks in the rain.

My pal L. came and visited with her daughter--even though they were here last year. A vote of confidence, yay! I'm not the world's worst hostess!

L. likes to go for walks. We always brought our cameras. L. has a fine eye for the picturesque.
So from time to time she ordered me to take a picture.


Above: a window filled with cranberry glass. Below: part of a headstone from a local cemetery.
It was lovely. But the clouds looked threatening.


Just after I took this picture


of the oldest house I've seen yet, the rain clouds burst open and we scurried to hide under a tree. We ended up under a little place that was sticking out over someone's garage door.

A few vans passed. I wondered what was wrong that these people didn't ask us if we needed help, but I figured it was because they were commercial vans and didn't have time. I decided to flag down the next car. The driver might have a cell phone.

A car came by. A van, but a passenger van. It was That Stud Muffin I Married come to rescue us. He'd driven all over the island looking for us.

He took us to the lobster place where we bought half a dozen lobsters.


All ended well.

3 comments:

  1. Is that you with the gorgeous red hair?

    Mmmm, lobstah.

    Sorry the New Englanders were so typically New England-ish.

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  2. Unfortunately, that is not me with the gorgeous red hair. That is my gorgeous friend L.

    I'm the much drabber bird holding the camera.

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  3. Don't listen to her Major B, she's GORGE-GUS!

    Also? Yet another example of how SMITTEN that Young Stud she married is over her. (Seriously, borderline pukey if you catch it in person on an empty stomach.)

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