Musings on daily events in my unremarkable life as a retired person who has found way too many things to do.
By: osdianna , 5:33 AM GMT on September 03, 2013
Today was the official end of the tourist season and being Monday, it was also the day I normally shop for a woman who has medical issues preventing her from driving. She pays me to get her groceries and her mail from the P.O. box, lives about 15 miles north of me, and I usually enjoy the trip. Not so much today. I had two issues going; the get-out-of-town traffic and the noon, first-Monday-of- the-month, emergency network testing of the tsunami warning siren.
There is a tower containing the loudspeakers about 100 yards from her home, and the noise is enough to deafen one. I try to arrive well before noon, and get out before it goes off. If I time it just right I can arrive at her home at 11am, deliver her mail, go over the grocery list, and get out before noon so that I will be on the road when the sirens go off, avoiding the ones in my neck of the woods also.
There was a constant stream of traffic leaving the coast, headed towards the more populated areas of the state...many RV's, campers, and pickups with the obligatory giant BBQ grill in the back, sharing space with the dog kennel.
After delivering her groceries, I stopped in Ocean City so Maggie could get her ball time in while I walked. I got to watch a flock of about 12 dowitchers fly in and feed for a brief time before a German Shorthair galloped up and flushed them. She had a big smile on her face while doing so and I didn't have the heart to feel badly about the interruption. Dogs need beach time too; I just wish they weren't allowed to continue the chase! Those birds have a long journey ahead of them and fewer places to stop and refuel.
When I got home and put Maggie in her yard to dry off, the families in the vacation home down the street were loading up their cars, and as they drove off a deep silence settled over the neighborhood. It is the sound of the town settling back into the rest of the year, what's left over when the tourists leave.
Having lived most of my life in large population centers, and deliberately chosen a place that was literally at the end of the road, and anything BUT a large city, I look forward to this peace and quiet again each September. Yes, it is one of the best times to be here and a lot of retired people spend September here for that reason, and the weekends are still a great draw, but it's a noticeable change, a slower pace...and one I look forward to each year.
I guess that means I am an old fogey; so be it.
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