Compressed

We have a lot of vacationing to do in 60 hours, and so after a walk on the beach, a hearty breakfast, a run to the local seafood market and Buzzy's General Store, (not to mention a trial run of the industrial oyster-opener) the six of us piled into the Subaru, which only seats five. 

With a pillow from one of the chairs on the screened porch, Bill made himself comfortable in the way back, even grabbing a nap on the 35-minute ride to Leonardtown. There we ate a delicious lunch (after an unfortunate parking incident of which I prefer not to speak), and set out to retrace our fun shopping trip from 2018. 

We found that many of the local businesses we had enjoyed had either moved or succumbed to the COVID economy, but we also browsed a new and used book store, an art coop gallery, an artisanal chocolate shop, and a maker's market for local entrepreneurs, housed in an old warehouse. Then it was back into the station wagon and on to a tiny strip mall for groceries and booze. 

Back at home, Treat and I dumped out the 300-piece jigsaw puzzle I had purchased, confident that we could complete it before we had to pack up, and an hour later, the image of Edward Gorey's Dancing Cats was all together on the coffee table. Then it was on to dinner and other pursuits. Never a dull moment, because there aren't many moments to spare.