Saturday in Northport. Woke up cheerful and early. MJ phoned a breakfast order to the deli nearby, and I went with her as the man on the phone has designs on MJ.
Strange little place, as we picked up our breakfast order and I noticed a long baguette proudly placed on the countertop held at either end by alligator jaws. Lots of fishing tackle and so on interspersed with the deli items. Home and ate with little Weezy before she returned home.
Lovely relaxed day, catching up with each other.
Went to the Mall like a brace of Mall Rats and bought clothes and smelly stuff and Godiva chocolates for MJ, whose birthday it is on the 4th. Had a really lovely time. MJ saying that she'd forgotten how much fun shopping for clothes was. Rather an alarming admission for a lady, and soon rectified. In the evening we drove down to the Crab Meadow Beach to a beachside restaurant called La Casa and a table overlooking the sea and Connecticut. MJ and I actually talking about poetry as we scarfed a lovely meal.
Then on to Huntington to catch a movie, aptly called Must Love Dogs. A well acted but poorly written romcom. By this time I was fighting to keep awake. Driving back home listening to the radio and feeling really happy and foreign.
A wonderful day that did us both a world of good.
Strange little place, as we picked up our breakfast order and I noticed a long baguette proudly placed on the countertop held at either end by alligator jaws. Lots of fishing tackle and so on interspersed with the deli items. Home and ate with little Weezy before she returned home.
Lovely relaxed day, catching up with each other.
Went to the Mall like a brace of Mall Rats and bought clothes and smelly stuff and Godiva chocolates for MJ, whose birthday it is on the 4th. Had a really lovely time. MJ saying that she'd forgotten how much fun shopping for clothes was. Rather an alarming admission for a lady, and soon rectified. In the evening we drove down to the Crab Meadow Beach to a beachside restaurant called La Casa and a table overlooking the sea and Connecticut. MJ and I actually talking about poetry as we scarfed a lovely meal.
Then on to Huntington to catch a movie, aptly called Must Love Dogs. A well acted but poorly written romcom. By this time I was fighting to keep awake. Driving back home listening to the radio and feeling really happy and foreign.
A wonderful day that did us both a world of good.
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