Out in front of my new friends’ house, I woke up pretty early. I turned on NPR and lounged in bed for a while. After a while I got up, put some clothes on and headed in to the house. I had a key, but when I arrived I found that the door was not a door. It was ajar.
Since my hosts had invited a stranger to their home, they prepared a special breakfast including home made scones. They were pretty tasty, as were the bacon and eggs that went with them.
H, the five year old in the family, made a Walden in his room. Just like my Walden, he explained, his has a sleeping bag, a hat, bungee cords, and a cooler. I was pretty flattered. At some point I should post a collection of such artist renderings of Walden.
For the morning, I hung out in the living room, getting stuff posted online. Around noon, the family went to an office picnic. Soon thereafter I took Walden back down the beach, found a parking place, and found a table at my friend’s favorite fish and chips place. I got the combo platter, slaw, and a lemonade. The total was nearly $20, about twice what I might have expected. It was tasty, though.
When I felt I’d been there long enough, I changed venues to an Irish pub place down the street where I sat outside and continued to clickety-clack until I got a text that my hosts were nearly home. Back at their place, I did what I could to help prepare for the party. I went and got ice (how nice it is to be able to walk to the corner for ice and other necessities) and toted a table to the back yard from the basement.
A while later friends from the neighborhood collected for a nice pot luck dinner, which included steak and freshly caught pink salmon among other delicious things.
It was a lovely party. Everyone was friendly, interesting, and welcoming. I cannot imagine words that would do it justice. I lead a charmed life.