We had a great week and a half. We were able to spend a few days with Jessie before she had to go to Chicago for her meeting. Then we got to spend more time with Ceili and Amy, our very sweet granddaughters, and with Mr. Beefy and Anvil, our very droolish grandpugs. Dined out a few times, once at the British Beer Garden and once at Fish Bones -- not to confused with Bonefish (Boston Market's seafood chain), although the fish skeleton logo looked surprisingly similar. We had real Ipswich fried clams (whoot!) -- that's with the whole clam, bellies and all, rather than the wimpy clam strips you usually find outside of New England.
Interesting and meaningless fact: it is exactly 499 miles from our driveway in Southern Maryland to Jessie's front steps in Massachusetts.
The weather was fantastic, just the way you would want to close out the winter and usher in springtime. Once we got back, though, showers and thunderstorms.
The trip back was interesting. We spent one night in a motel in Havre de Grace. Beautiful town. Stop by if you have a chance, just be sure you avoid the motel we stayed at. First they gave a room with only one working electrical outlet. Mumbled mutterings about we thought we fixed that short circuit and don't worry, we're moving you to another room, if you need us we'll be working on the wiring in your old room. The new room had all the outlets working, but there just weren't that many of them. But, hey, I didn't mind unplugging the mini-fridge in order to charge our cell phones -- one at a time. We were a bit put off by the empty coffee cup with the well-chewed wad of gum on the lid that was by the television. But we were tired and we both have the pioneer spirit...
So home again, home again, jigged-de-jig, with just a stop to pick up milk, bread, some dishwasher detergent, and an armful of mail. We can relax tonight; tomorrow it's back to the market because my wife informed me there is a difference between dishwashing liquid and dishwasher liquid. Who knew?