A difficult day....

We had directions for a day out to various towns along the south coast of Penobscot Bay. However, Sarah was not feeling well so instead she recommended a shorter drive back to Belfast to visit the antique store that was closed on Sunday. Driving toward Belfast, we stopped at a supermarket in Bucksport then headed on our way. The store called Our Stuff was run by an elderly lady who also fixed and put together small lamps. We picked up a couple of wonderful frames very reasonable in the store and Sarah picked out a small vase from China the name escapes me at the moment. We drove back to the Inn and spent the day trying to relax. It seemed the Garden Club Federation of Maine had invaded the place. Mostly, older women blabbering away. Jack seemed exhausted and we do jot know how he does it--- keeping his cool. I could never be so diplomatic and cordial when someone annoyed me. The Inn is totally booked for the next few days. So I gather we will spend long days out driving.
While Sarah was in the room, I was able to spend some time with my book, Our Man In Havana a novel by Graham Greene, which along with three Ambassadors I was able to finish relaxing in the Passport Pub. Sarah finally came own for a bowl of chowder and some ice tea. We hung out in the Pub for about an hour then retired to the room.