No one cared, and I saw the momentarily open floor space become filled with their stuff. It felt like high school, all over again, cramming everyone into one room. We decided to go for an extremely brisk walk along the waterfront. The arctic feeling wind came across the lake, with a chilling bite. We walked about 2 miles round trip, we got to where the beach begins, and picked up pace, even more, returning. We hit 2 of my routine stops in that area. Skinny Pancake for hot drinks to warm up, and then the Peace and Justice Cener next door, where I volunteer. I rarely look around the store, so I had fun looking more closely at the retail.
The next stop was Outdoor Gear Exchange, and finally dinner at The Farmhouse, a local eatery featuring predominantly local ingredients for all dishes served. We had to wait about 40 min. In the bar ((darn) to get a table. This is a master business plan, to have the bar downstairs, and send the wait list down there. Hands down, they serve the best burger in town, so that's what I had. The meal was delightful, all around, and I felt so blessed to be in such great company.
The next morning Melissa and Erin were the early risers, who dared to venture into the frozen, snowy tundra to go running. I'm terrified of ice, and loosing my balance, so I didn't go out, but Melissa čame back with great pictures of a dam I couldn't identify. Eventually we rallied for a late breakfast at Magnolias, a favored downstairs brunch spot, of mine. I'd recently had a conversation about steel-cut oatmeal, and that person had mentioned that their oatmeal was A-mazing. So, that's what I had, though, I believe we all felt contended through the 4 hr drive back to Maine, after that meal. It was sad to have the weekend disappear in a flash, but in was so grateful to share parts of my life with them all. I am sure that having friends I admire, like these ladies, has helped me to look for the good in my situation, and to stay strong, in hopeless times.