Good Day in Rockport
Well, the fog rolled in today...I don't know about "little cat feet", but it rolled in...and it stayed the entire day. But it was a wonderful day.
We ate at the Diner, for breakfast. The Diner has been here since the year dot, and it caters to old folks like us! HA! The food wasn't quite as good as it has been in the past, but it was adequate, and they had migas which I love and cannot get at home.
We trailed around a lot, going to the Chamber of Commerce, the sea shell shop, a bead shop, the Golden Needles quilting shop, among other places, but we found ourselves, about 11:15, at the Rockport Center for the Arts, a favorite gallery of ours. We looked around and found a small watercolor which we purchased. (also found a diacroic glass piece that we didn't buy, went back to buy, and was gone ;-( ... oh well)
As we were checking out I asked the docent, whose name was Loralee Philpott, if she happened to know of a Marguerite Philpott who was my aunt. Well. . .it turns our her husband was Marguerite's husband's nephew...and from there it went.
Her husband was in an oil painting workshop, but when he got out, they took us to lunch. We ate at the Moon Dog in Fulton, and we had a wonderful visit. It turns out that they were the people who purchased Marguerite's farm (formerly their family farm) from us 7 cousins when we sold it.
At the Moon Dog we met a man who was walking by our table as Raf said, "I fought Vietnam in Panama." The fellow turned around, look at Raf with a wry smile, and said, "So, it was your fault they sent me to Vietnam three times!" We had a good visit with the man and his wife. Thanks, Bill and Loralee!
Anyway, it was a laid back, relaxing day, and it was just what we needed to get away from the rush of the last year.
Now to relax with a good book...more tomorrow! Nighty night!