This busy weekend was mostly spent with Middle Sister (visiting from Georgia)
at Mathews Market Days.
|It was so hot, I likely would have gone inside for some of this free water had I been able to move beyond the apostrophe in that third word. Alas, I was unable to and didn't even know what the rest of the sign said until posting this picture.|
As usual, there was plenty of arts and crafts and food for sale.
|That's Middle Sis on the right. I think her eyes were closed in practically every |
picture I took of her this weekend. (My apologies, Middle Sis.)
|(Is there any other kind?)|
|Daughter and I sampled both the sweets and the eats offered at this Greek food truck. |
The loukoumades were out of this world. Also, loukoumades might be my new favorite word.
It's fun to say. Try it sometime.
|I really wanted some of this ice cream, but Daughter wasn't in the mood--probably|
because we had just devoured so many loukoumades.
I can't eat ice cream by myself, it just isn't right.
|This is Josh, one of my favorite teenagers, and his adorable girlfriend.|
|Look who we ran in to, Chesapeake Bay Mother.|
|And Father. He was a little disgruntled because Mother had walked way ahead and left him behind. In fact, if she hadn't stopped to talk to us, he might never have caught up.|
Saturday night after a family dinner, Baby Sis arrived, and we all went to the street dance that marks the conclusion of Market Days. Although it was somewhat exhausting for an almost-50-year-old, it was a good time.
And now I'm ready for a really long nap.