Uncle Joe and Dr. Jill paid our little beach town a visit yesterday and I missed them. They were 2 blocks away at the Convention Center and didn’t even call to say they were in town. I’m crushed. Crushed, I tells ya.
For you non-Delawarians, Uncle Joe is Vice President Joe Biden and of course, Dr. Jill is his lovely wife. Delawarians themselves, of course, and good people. Our local elections are only a week away, so that may have had something to do with the visit. Seems they came to town by motorcade, did a fundraiser, or whatever and then suddenly whisked away by Helicopter in the early evening.
This turn of events surprised everyone involved. There was talk that a cocktail reception was planned, but that never happened. Half hour later, the area was hit by a thunderstorm with rain and lightening of such a destructive nature that cars simply stopped in the streets, unable to see to drive, and the streets were cleared of pedestrians in seconds.
Something tells me the gubmint has far better forecasters than the rest of us. The limos retreated quietly back to the highway as the first storm cleared. A second storm arrived within an hour of their departure. Interesting, no?
I decided I wasn’t terribly crushed by the brush-off, I prepared a quick supper (in case there was a power outage) and had a glass, or two, of Merlot. That truly was a melt-in-your-mouth petit filet. Just enough for one! Absolutely heaven. To hell with kissing the chef. I’ll kiss the butcher - anytime.
The storms continued through the night, making it almost impossible to sleep comfortably. And it’s been raining most of the day. I’m staying in, doing some reading and when I feel the urge, a bit of cleaning. Plan to venture outdoors on the morrow, as they say. The sky is supposed to clear by then.
And so it goes.