A Weekend in Annapolis and St. Michaels with Family Guests

I'm going to give the straight scoop, and then turn it over to our weekend guests, my sister Debby and my brother JP.


Once again this blog site won't accept a photo
 that has been rotated, so please turn your head
to see Debby and JP!
 

Deeper Season has been in Annapolis since July, although we left it to spend all of August and half of September at home in NJ. We've had a great time with guests in October, and this weekend was glorious. What's even better, Debby and JP were able to be here long enough that we could actually go for a sail! On a cloudless blue sky with gently winds heading (for a change) in the right direction, we headed over to St. Michaels, which is across the bay from Annapolis. It was Halloween there, complete with church-benefit oysters on the half shell and the town parade. The spectators far outnumbered the parade participants, which included the high school band of about 25, the Brownies and Cub Scouts, and a few hardy souls with good costumes who felt like walking down the middle of the street. A good time! We headed back to Annapolis to get here before low tide (since we can sometimes find ourselves aground at the dock in a very low tide, and we need a little water to maneuver), which meant we were back by lunchtime. We dinghied into town for Sofi's Crepes and a beer at McGarvey's, which is one of JP's favorite spots from when he lived in Annapolis.
Now, I'm turning it over to Debby for more...

For every story ever told, there's a back story, and ours takes place around the oval table of Deeper Season's beautiful (and very functional) galley. Long battles between competitive sisters wrangling over Banagrams (and I humbly confess that I won all but one game, to Beth's great frustration)...and long, earnest discussions about politics, religion,aliens AND clouds, because family is allowed to talk about that stuff, and if we occasionally threaten bodily harm, no one takes it seriously (unless JP is holding a paring knife in one hand and a martini in the other). We argue about electronics, whether Apple's iPod is being unfairly controlled by a host radio, what music we should play. And we laugh. A lot. My son David would appreciate our foray into scatalogical humor...Oh well, I tried to explain the subject of his latest writing project - about a profane folk hero and dubious saint of Tibetan culture. But some things haven't changed, and I still can't remember the punch lines of any given story. More laughter. More food. A little indigestion. Well, we're old (except I have to say that it's JP who's been downing the Gas-X, and he's the youngest!). And now, before I get myself into too much trouble, I'm passing the torch to my baby brother, who (along with the rest of us), is missing Norma, his lovely wife and our dear sister-in-law, tonight. To our hosts, Beth and Bill, many thanks. They're the best! (And I know JP agrees with me on that one...)

JP: OMG! BTW, I picked up two typos from my dear sisters.  If you find them you get a free cruise to the Bahamas!  LMAOROTF!