A weekend that was supposed to include house and yard work instead was spent having fun, none of which was planned.
Saturday I went to Gloucester's Daffodil Festival with Me, Myself and My Camera. The three of us like to hang out, and we enjoyed the diversion on a brisk sunny day.
(We also happened to be avoiding house and yard work.)
I'll post some pictures of the
Saturday night I met my friend BHE and her date at Sandpiper Reef, where we enjoyed a fabulous dinner.
(I had the blackened tuna which was fantastic. And yes, I was the third wheel on that date. Still, we had fun. Also, I was at Sandpiper Friday evening at the urging of another friend in town for a funeral. She called on my ride home from work and forced me out of the cocoon I've created for myself here lately.)
Sunday BHE and I met at Merroir. Again. What can I say, it's become a biweekly event.
On the drive home from Merroir I pulled over in a church parking lot to take a closer look at an old house I spotted in the adjacent woods.
I was completely engrossed in thought, entirely focused on this house, when out of nowhere came a man. I waved politely and started making my way back to the car. Figuring I should explain my presence, I held up the camera, said hello, and told him how much I loved old structures.
This started a conversation that lasted at least thirty minutes and went everywhere from his wife's death to his unfulfilled desire for a daughter to my great uncle Gene, who evidently was a mentor to this man in earlier days.
Sometimes I wonder just how these things happen. Here I am, randomly pulling off on the side of the road to take pictures of a ramshackle house when out of nowhere comes a man who not only was interesting but who knew someone in my extended family. I gave up trying to figure out the "why" of these occurrences and instead am just grateful they occur at all.
|His name is Howard.|
Sprinkled throughout the conversation were several references to beauty, the simple beauty found in everyday things. I pointed out to him that the very reason he and I were talking was because I was drawn to the beauty of an old house which others might consider dilapidated.
After a most unexpected (yet deep) conversation with the man who came out of nowhere, I returned to my car and drove back to Mathews.
Although I accomplished absolutely nothing on my To Do list, I had a wonderful weekend.