Weekend mop up and ....The Field

The weekend did provide a few ramblings, other than the cheese experience. Friday I dropped MFO off at the library in Leonardtown so she could work for a while and then meandered over to mid town. Stopped in at the kitchen store to sign up for a couple of classes, and then drove down to the “waterfront”. I hadn’t been there for a while and was surprised to see how it had developed. Actually once you get to the waterfront, it’s fairly nice. If you could close your eyes on the way there and then open them you would be pleased. Since that’s dangerous, you’ll probably keep them open and have to see the approach through run down, um, “older homes”, half built Tyvek - clad houses, chain linked off construction areas, and generally shabby stuff. And, (apologies to any readers who reside there) I really don’t like those half million dollar town houses. That pastel stuff reminds me of a bowl of Jordan almonds. This isn’t Provence.

Parked the car, got out, dodged a few wasps, and walked down to the river. Surrounding the flag pole, there’s a fairly nice compass rose made of tile. It has eight of the compass points, and each one has a “name” on it. West is “Ponente”, which I find is “West” in Italian. NW is “Maestro”, which I couldn’t figure out along with the rest of them. You might try. Anyway, the whole area is sort of incongruous with the rest of the town. I wish them luck..hope to be around when it’s harmonized.

Somewhere in there we went to a Healthshare fundraiser reception at a lovely house out in Drayden. Food was prepared by some church ladies, and was quite tasty. There were some shrimp and pineapple skewers that smelled lovely.

Over the weekend, I had occasion to dine twice at the Tides, one a very nice retirement reception for Betty Freeman, a cornerstone of our (oops! I mean Boeing’s) New Business office out in Wildewood. It was a great send off, and so nice to see her family attend. She’s off to Ohio to be with family and cats. We're glad for her, but will miss her smiling countenance. The second was a dinner with some friends on Sunday night. The feeder is pleased to report that on both occasions, two knives were part of the set up. I did experience an occasion to hand out one of my DFD cards, but eschewed. What are ya gonna do?

Field of Dreams..

Well, it’s begun. The area across from First Colony by Shady Mile road is ready to be destroyed. While it used to be home to deer and butterflies, it will now be populated with Deere and Caterpillars. You know, I am not a vehement tree hugger, but what I do enjoy is to be able to drive around here and see some mature trees, open fields with a nice palette of greens and browns (depending on the seasons), and not just asphalt, neon, and more stop lights. Instead of pleasing the eye, we’ll now be able to gobble the never ending salad bowl, a “red robin” (whatever that is), Buffalo Wings and Beer, and processed steak from some sort of chain. Is that a good trade?

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sigh, and DFD