This delightful old shed lives down Shadow, which is on the way to New Point and Bavon, except not
really on the way, you have to veer off the main road just a bit, but then eventually you reconnect to the main road so maybe this is
sort of on the way to New Point and Bavon, and
who's tired of this never-ending sentence besides me?Speaking of being tired, as I write this Sunday evening
tired doesn't even come close to describing the way I feel. Perhaps it had to do with the 5:30 a.m. alarm on Saturday to prepare for the Farmers Market, which included bending over in a daffodil field in cold, wet conditions that rendered every one of my fingers numb and useless, which was the exact same condition of my coffee-less brain.
After surviving the Farmers Market, delivering children to and from places, delivering
parents to and from places, serving as middle man in a parental dispute that included, "Why the BLEEEEEP! can't he cut that BLEEP! BLEEP! wood some other time? Everything has to revolve around his schedule and that BLEEEEP!ing wood," I arrived home in time for a very quick break before heading over to
Sandpiper Reef restaurant to work as a bouncer until 2:00 the following morning.
Why in the
world would Chesapeake Bay Woman
pretend to be serving as the gatekeeper to a restaurant/bar when her only real restaurant/hospitality experience involved waitressing at a pizza parlor in college, where she served a woman a salad with mushrooms after the woman
explicitly said she was allergic to them?
Read on.
Remember my post on
Blue Collar Joes, home of the most delectable doughnuts ever created? Blue Collar Joes is owned by the brother of Sandpiper Reef's owner (aka Anonymous Hallieford Resident in the comments).
Imagine the horror of discovering that Brother Blue Collar's house burned to the ground last week. He was inside working on a hot water heater (I believe) and somehow or another it exploded and set the place on fire. Luckily someone found him in time and pulled him to safety. He's in the hospital but doing OK-- as much as someone can be OK after they've lost their home and everything they own. Everything.
Sandpiper Reef was hosting a
very popular local band Saturday night, but Anonymous Hallieford Resident needed to be with her brother in a hospital on the other side of the state. She needed help.
Happy to assist, I found myself standing at the door with Bay Man carding
toddlers young people eager to hear the band while Mathews Mark was busy tending to the goings on inside.
More on these escapades later, but for now a few key things:1. Please leave some words of encouragement to the Maker of the World's Best Doughnuts in today's comments or on the Blue Collar Joes Facebook page.
2. Please also encourage the Maker of the World's Best Doughnuts to buy a home in Mathews County and open up a doughnut shop here. The old Fleets restaurant is currently vacant...
3. Dear Blue Collar Joe, You have a group of people here in Mathews who are very eager to help you in any way possible. Tell us what you need and consider it done. Same to you, Anonymous Hallieford Resident, except if I'm going to be at the door again, please provide me with some extra strong reading glasses to decipher the microscopic text on the Virginia state driver's licenses.
4. These doughnuts belong in Mathews County.
