Daring to be Different

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We go to Mass on Saturday evening, so Sunday is usually a day of reading and relaxing around the condo. This week was no exception, so we were getting a little antsy by the end of the afternoon. We had a light dinner at the Oyster Shucker.

Shelling at Pass-a-Grille

I made the mistake of ordering the "soup & salad" combo. The bowl of corn chowder was much too big, so I should have left the salad, but did not. It was not very good, and I wasted about a quarter of what I had on my plate. Bob got the twin filet dinner, which seemed OK, but not great. I don't know what possessed me to order the "two for one" margaritas. I really don't drink margaritas, and they are usually really high in calories, but for some reason that's what I had. I hadn't had a margarita for about a decade and I think it will be another decade before I order my next one. Not delicious. Not even good.

Shelling at Pass-a-Grille

After dinner, we drove down to the end of Pass-a-Grille. The sun was beginning to drop, and a few people were walking along the beach picking up shells. Two women, dressed in similar plain collared blouses and long checked skirts, looked like mother and daughter. As they worked, the skirts got wetter and wetter, but they seemed oblivious to either the wet clothes or the fact that they looked very odd, dressed more for church than the beach, walking on the sand and over the rocks.

On a warmer evening, they would have looked much more out of place, but it was cold and hardly anyone was on the beach. And so they picked through the shells, completely at ease, or so it seemed. Feeling nothing but admiration for these strong women, I felt a little guilty taking their pictures, but not guilty enough to stop.