This afternoon I went to a flea market in a neighboring county.
I used to spend a lot of time at the Skamokawa Grange: there are
happy memories connected to that place.
But I wasn’t
happy this afternoon – the place has been allowed to fall into disrepair. It
was surrounded by tall grass that hadn’t seen a lawn mower in years … and it
stunk with forlorn abandonment. By the smell that assailed me as I cleared
the threshold, it had not been used in a very long time. I had a raging
migraine (even my teeth hurt) from the damp odor by the time I paid for
my small purchase, and left.
After I gave my “donation”
and escaped into rain driven fresh air, I hopped over to the Duck Inn to have a
sandwich lunch.
I knew, before leaving home that I
would eat at the Duck Inn.
I also knew that
I am getting tired of staring at an empty seat across from me in restaurants …
and watching couples eating/chatting together – it’s not a jealousy thing: I
just miss my ‘someone special’. I’m glad for the couples that have each
other, but I do miss my man.
So, before I left home, I grabbed the paperback I have been
reading.
It would be a
good distraction while waiting for my sandwich.
And it is a good story 😉
I ordered a
Reuben sandwich; I haven’t had one in a while, and it {fit} the rainy
atmosphere 😊.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.
Tomorrow it will be rainy, also.
I’ll probably stay home and vegetate.
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