The weather in Maryland did not live up to my expectations this year. The diminutive state remained rather chilly; it really wasn’t much warmer there than New York. I did not go snorkeling in the bay.
We drove down in a deluge. I drove five hours, and John drove three, which was unfair, and I will complain about it relentlessly until next year. A trucker gave me the finger on the beltway, and I responded inappropriately. That’s about all the excitement there was on the drive down.
Nathan and Mary live in a sprawling community where they have to pay homeowner’s association dues and where the neighborhood garden club is extremely active. It’s a nice neighborhood. Therefore, it was a little bit alarming when, while Nate and Mary were off at a church meeting, the doorbell rang and I was confronted with one Jane Doe, resident meth junkie.
Doorbell rings. Holly answers door.
Jane Doe: Hi. I’m your neighbor. I live two doors down. I’m really sick and I’m looking for someone to help me out until tomorrow.
Holly: Oh no! What’s wrong?
Jane Doe: I have Crohn’s disease. I’m in pretty bad shape and was wondering if you could help me out.
Holly: Okay- what do you need? Help around the house?
Jane Doe: No, no- nothing like that. I need to get my prescription.
Holly: Do you need a ride?
( I will insert here that I am naïve, gullible, and thick.)
Jane Doe: No- I just need money to cover the prescription. Can you loan me $40 until tomorrow?
(This is where John butted in.)
John: We’re not your neighbors. We’re just guests. I think it would be better if you found help from someone you know.
Jane Doe: (Getting desperate.) What. You’re not going to be here tomorrow? Cause I’ll give you the money back tomorrow, if that’s what you’re worried about.
Holly: I’d be happy to drive you to the drugstore and get your prescription for you.
John: I’m sorry we can’t help you.
Jane Doe: Fine. (Leaves in a huff.)
Holly: So nice to meet you!!!
(Later, we find out that there is a warning about Jane Doe on the homeowner’s website because she is a known panhandler. Apparently, she hangs out in front of the Giant and asks passers by for $40: no more, no less. I’m starting to suspect she doesn’t really have Crohn’s disease, which is total affront to those who really DO have this debilitating condition.)
A photographic journey of our journey:
|The neighborhood has its own private beach.|
|Caleb is quite adept at skipping stones.|
|I've decided I look best in black and white. Sigh.|
|Uncle Nate takes the kids longboarding. You can't go through life always wearing a helmet, people. That's no way to live. (I worked really hard not to do any arm flapping and shrieking.)|
|Caleb, Margot, Adam, and Ben|
|John, about five seconds before he fell into the bay.|
|This is called a bluff.|
|North Beach clock. Tally-ho!|
|We spent at least 1/3 of our visit situating the kids into various picture-taking poses.|
|John's brother, wife, and our nephew Julian met us in Harrisburg for brunch. The boys would not look at the camera. But, hey, it's a nice shot of Michael, my good-looking brother-in-law.|
Which is why this week, I give up and am looking into obedience school. For the dog. And maybe for me. We could both use some training as I've never been a dog-owner, and she's never been a proper dog. First, she has to get her rabies shots. Ouch.
I'd like to bring her to Maryland next year: should John fall into the bay again, I have no doubt Kiah would pull him out.
Last year's trip to Maryland.