A Day At The Beach

It was mostly that - at Kennebunk Beach, the close one, only ten minutes away. 

Last night I finally emailed out my list of scriptures for the woman I had a discussion with a few days ago. She wrote back thanking me, then she sent a second email with material from the Catholic Church about why they believe hell to be a place of fire and torment. Her question was, "What about this?" I shall be pleased to respond.

A short note about a visit to a men's room in Old Orchard Beach yesterday, and the curious installation of hand dryers: As the photo below shows, they are about 2-1/2 feet from the floor. 

This is the perfect height for drying my knees. Not that this presented an insurmountable problem, but it was the first time I've dried my hands, in a public washroom, down on my haunches.

The day at the beach today was the epitome of serenity and calm, wonderfully relaxing. Many people bring their dogs here and many people even have twin dogs, which has a charming look to it. 

For supper we chose a place for lobster rolls again. This time we checked the Web to make sure they were open for business. We found one that had even higher reviews and praise than the The Clam Shack. Fabulous! Let's go there! I entered the specific address in my GPS and it brought us right to it. Another first: This is the first time I've seen a truck possessing its own street address ...

There was a large, open tent next to it with picnic benches. This arrangement was not what we anticipated but we got, and enjoyed, our generously filled lobster rolls.

While we were eating, two older ladies came to the truck and asked the price of the lobster rolls. They were told, "$20 each, two for $37." They asked, "Do we have to buy two rolls each to get that price, or can we just make one order for two rolls and share them?"

Carol was amused by this. I told her, "They must be from Quebec." I recognized that cultural characteristic right away. It is summed up by this not infrequently heard phrase in Quebec, "Nous avons nos réglements." The USA, on the other hand, has a remarkably pronounced cultural difference when it comes to "réglements."

Later we found out the ladies were indeed from Quebec. And like me, before turning right at a red light, they would be accustomed to patiently reading signs that say you cannot turn on a red light from Monday to Thursday from 7:00am to 7:00pm, and on Fridays from 7:00am to 9:00pm, except on statutory holidays and weekends when you can turn right at a red light during those hours unless it's a leap year. Perhaps I exaggerate.