Wearing My Inside Outside: Tuesday-Weds, July 11-12, 2017

Upon awakening and thinking to catch the tail-end of SunRise, I was surprised to find it already high in the sky! Memory jogs and I recall the northern axis-tilt that calls forth SummerSun early-early here.

(Fleeting) disappointment was replaced by anticipatory excitement as I prepared for the coming day.

Soon driving north (amidst detours!), I was headed to meet Cindy who I'd met online a couple of years prior. We had become friends and, with my Birth Work background, had “virtually” shared her pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding experience. Approaching the Hartford suburb where her mom lived, I felt a growing curiosity and excitement-- and maybe a bit of apprehension as we’d never actually met face to face. Cindy greeted me at the front door and by the time I'd been introduced to her mother, husband and 5 month old Richard, I felt so welcome that any awkwardness soon dissipated.

Following a delightful brunch (shout-out for that kale and quinoa casserole!), and our (too short) visit, I took my leave as I had a plane to meet and another Cindy to greet! Longtime ForeverFriend, Cindy Gray, was flying into Bradley Intl Airport from the Keys to join me on the northernmost leg of my trip.

After retrieving Cindy and her luggage, we headed back south to Milford, our route again, circuitous -- ahem, scenic! Connecticut's Road services department has many projects and we seem destined to discover every one as we wound our way back to David’s Place.

Catching up on each other's lives became the order of the day and, as we gazed out over Long Island Sound (a highly recommended LongView, btw), afternoon became evening became night and, amidst earplugs, white noise and strategically placed pillows, we retired to bed and slept a good night’s sleep!

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Wednesday: Wherein Our DrivingTour through Milford and Near By Fills Our Cups of Happiness!

BoardWalk-walking at WhiteSands Park showed us the northern Atlantic's version of a sandbar -- a bit odd to us of the more Florida Bay and Gulf of Mexico pursuasion. Dubiously, we watched the braver-than-we generations of Milford's swimmers splash happily about in the (brrrrrrr cold!) waters. We received our own refreshment later on a leisurely drive-about, when a “Rita’s Ice” sign promised us “Ices, Custards and... Happiness”...

... Irresistible that, so a quick U-ey directed us back for our own cup of enjoyment in the Milford Arboretum under the shade of a giant oak tree.

Replete we headed back, the views beckoning, promising rest and recharge.

Later that evening (finally hungry!), we visited a local eatery...

... where ServerDave regaled us with table-talk on proper lobster-opening (😳😅) as he served our Maine lobster dinner with his own personal version of NewEngland know-how...

Fully receptive, we donned our lobster-bibs and dove in!