We're Here

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So, we survived the drive from Little Rhody on the banks of the Narragansett to Maryland on the banks of the Chesapeake. The traffic was, for the most part, tolerable. The weather was rainy, drizzly for the first part of the drive. After that it was, in a word, magnifique. (C'mon, you knew I was going to throw some French in there.)

Waze made a couple of route suggestions, which I rejected outright. The first was "Hey, let's go down the Merritt Parkway." Which I ignored. During COVID days that was a great ride, pretty with lots of trees. Now that the maroons have been released from their quarantine, it's a horrible trip. I'd rather go down the Cross-Bronx Expressway. No, seriously.

Waze did take us over the Tappenzee (which I approved of), the body of water, I'm not naming the bridge renamed for a politician. Don't care for politicians, especially those for whom that was their sole employment.

Waze's second suggestion was to go down the Palisades Parkway which leads you right back down into the hell which is the environs of NYC. I opted to stay on the interstate until it met the Garden State Parkway. Which got me deep into New Jersey, well past the Mad Max landscape which is northern New Jersey.

There are parts of New Jersey which are gorgeous, the environs of Newark, not so much.

But we're here, my grandsons are happy to see us, our grand dogs are happy (might I say ecstatic) to see us and The Nuke and Tuttle seem okay with our being here. Just kidding, they are, and have always been, gracious and generous hosts. (The Missus Herself is concerned that they overfeed us [me], but I'm okay with that.)

The opening picture was taken on Saturday from Robbie's room (I was hanging out with him helping him to take a nap), note just how beautiful it is here.

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Now that photo is from the sunroom. It's a place I like to sit and just enjoy the day. I've done some of my best writing in this room. (It's a little blurry, taken through a screen in a hasty manner.

But you can see how nicely green everything is, I love the trees on this spit of land betwixt the South and Severn Rivers. In reality, there is much to like in this place. If they ever kick me out of New England, then it's Maryland or Virginia for me!

Caught a few brief moments of the coronation, my favorite part was seeing the Welsh Guards. For the enlisted have a stylized leek upon their collars in their dress kit. I shared that tidbit with The Missus Herself, as she is something of a wizard in the kitchen, she enjoyed that bit o' trivia.

As for the rest of it, meh. Parade the Guards and I'm happy.

Robbie did doubt that I have actually been to Buckingham Palace, in fact, he was vociferous in his denials of belief. Apparently he thought I had been on the balcony, waving to the crowd. When I pointed to the crowd and said, "I was in the crowd," then he believed me.

He knows grandpa is no sycophant to royalty. Well, unless maybe the name ends in "the Bruce," or maybe the original Bonaparte.

Nah, not even them, I'll choose who to follow based on their talents, not who their family is.

I might have something for Tuesday, I might not. Monday is my birthday, Precious, and I'll do what I want. 

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Ciao!