Friday - 03/26/2021 — Are you a picnic kind of a person? And if you are, are you a fancy picnic kind or a basic picnic kind?
Me? I’m happy with a chunk of cheese, some rice-flour bread (now that I’m eating wheat-free), and a few M&Ms. I can haul this treasure out onto my back deck (folding chair is optional) or down by the stream (blanket is optional).
Then there are those for whom a picnic is a major event. When I was at the Reynolds Mansion on Sapelo Island for a writers and artists retreat back in 2014, for instance, I took this photo of a pavilion on an island in the middle of a man-made lake where the Reynolds family used to have their picnics. Tables, china, candles – all of them hauled out to the spot by the servants. Their picnic may have been outdoors, but there was nothing even remotely picnic-ish about it. At least not my kind of picnic.
I remember all the times my family went camping back in the 50s and 60s. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches around an outdoor campfire with toasted marshmallows for dessert. Suited me just fine. Didn’t have to dress up, either.
I awoke at 3:30 a.m. to discover the internet is restored. I was able to read the three posts that I missed during the five days of interruption. All is well.