Good day. Walked the two doors down to Barb's about 11:30 and with her, her sister, Pat, Lois V., and friend, Pam, drove to Ocean City. Barb had selected for lunch "Ma France Creperie," which specializes in--well, crepes. It's been years since I've had one and boy, was mine good. Besides white wheat crepes, they serve buckwheat ones, and we all got the latter. I ordered a creamed spinach filling, which was excellent, and Pomegranate iced tea, which wasn't (came in a bottle and was watery and bland). Degenerates that we are, we shared two dessert crepes, one a "pear Melba" with Nutella and whipped cream, the other fresh strawberries and something else.
Next, we went to the "Showhouse" on Wesley Avenue. This is a charity event: You pay your twenty-five bucks and walk through the rooms of a large house, each of which had been decorated by a different local designer. There were various things I liked about this one, but not many. As they all are (we've gone to these several years in a row), it was decorated in the modern style, not my favorite--seemed cluttered and brittle, as well as boringly precious. Besides, the decoration wasn't in keeping with the stately 1902 house. Still, it was fun to be out with friends on a brilliantly sunny (they're all brilliantly sunny) summer day.
We got home about 4:00. Checked my e-mail and freshened up a bit, then drove to Northfield to meet sister Betty and brother Jim at for dinner in Northfield at 5:30. Had a delectable rare, rare, very rare chopped sirloin (read "big hamburger") and a glass of Chardonnay to compensate for the fact that pokey Ocean City is dry.
Greatly enjoyed being with my sibs and we stayed chatting for a few hours. Jim is going back to Virginia early today--glad I got a chance to see him.
Now I'm contemplating a much less enjoyable excursion: Peg's funeral in Ventnor.