Posts Tagged ‘Nanticoke River’

Sunday on the Nanticoke

September 7, 2010

I was heading down to Salisbury for knitting group when my daughter called.  They caught two full bushels of crabs and they were starting to steam them.   OMG!  OMG!  OMG!  I hadn’t had any this year so I was ready.  But the girls were expecting me.  That’s OK because they would be steaming for hours.  I stopped at Wal-Mart to get another cooler and more enormous Hefty bags.  I wished I hadn’t.  The place was a zoo.  It took me ten minutes just to find a parking spot.  This one is super-duper and only has six handicapped spots.  What’s up with that?  If she had called a half hour earlier, I would have gone to Seaford.  That one is only half the size and has a good fifty handicapped spots.   It makes no sense.  I wasted half an hour that should have taken ten.

I was about 30 minutes late to group.  I said I would be leaving at 4PM to go eat crabs in an effort to make everybody jealous.  We talked about some knitty problems and had a little show and tell(always fun).  Maria was late as usual and I helped her with her glove.  She sent me a picture this morning of the first finished one.  YEAH!   Around 3:45 I remembered I had six bags of yarn to get rid of in my van.  So out to the van we trooped.  We took it back in and dumped it on the floor for everyone to pick over.  I even had a bunch of old needles that I knew I would never use.  They took everything.  I am so happy!   The yarn got good homes.

I finally got out of there around 4:30 and headed on down the road.  I still had a good half hour of driving to go.  When I got there they were pigging out on hot crabs.  I joined in.  They still had about a hundred to cook.  Is there anything better than hot steamed crabs?  We all had about ten a piece.  There was also corn on the cob, green beans and hot dogs.  Everything was good.  Observe grandson, please. 


We sat and talked for a while and watched the sun set. 

Time for me to go home.

Sitting on a Pier on the Nanticoke

August 11, 2010

Some mornings it is really hard getting up, dressed and out the door.  Gus is jumping around like this is the most wonderful thing to do in the world and I just want to smack him.  I stagger into the kitchen and take my little thyroid pill.  I hate this pill.  I have to take it on an empty stomach and I have to wait a while before taking my vitamins.  How am I supposed to remember all this crap?  No wonder I am such a grouchy old woman. 

Thankfully, Doug has made coffee.   I pour a cup.  I get the half & half.  I hear this aakk, aakk, aakk.  Oh yeah.  Flo.  She wants some, too.  But hold the coffee.  I give her some and I say, “It’s a good thing your only six pounds.”  She pays no attention to me and walks off when she finished.  She doesn’t even say thank you.  “Ungrateful little snot.”  OK.  Back to me.  I take a sip.  Man!  I go to the bathroom, rinse off my teeth and put them in.  I can’t take all that heat on the roof of my mouth. 

Already, it’s 82 outside.  The forecast says 95 today.  Doug says we should get going.  He has all ready got the sheets in the washer.  He makes me sick.  By the time I finally manage to get dressed, the sheets are on the line.  We finally make it out the door.  It’s not too bad.  There’s a breeze.  Cora comes over to see us off.  She was laying under my car.  Gus hates this.  He is so afraid one of the cats is going with us that he turns green and almost has a stroke.  They have more sense than that. 

Walking by the horse farm was no fun.  There’s no shade.  My hips and knees prefer to use the street, but cars kept coming for some reason.  So I walked along the lumpy grass.  We finally came to driveway that takes us to the pier on the river.  The owner has a nice macadam driveway.  I can do arm exercises and walk at the same time and there are plenty of trees shading our way.  What more do you want? 

It’s always breezy on the river.  Or so it seems.  I just love it.  Is there a better place to live?  I don’t think so.

Looking south from the pier