"with no particular place to go"

This will sound like one of those joke stories about older folks wandering through an unplanned day!

This is most unusual, a Saturday with no plans. After an hour or so of internet time, feeding fish, sharing visits, and reading what others are up to, I decide to visit my friend Helen's stop on the All Navasota Citywide Garage Sale to pick up a jar of her exceptional orange marmalade. While doing that I remember that her fallow "saler" works at Camp Allen and daughter Kathy has inquired about an old camp songbook. She just happened to have some of the words to "Johnny Appleseed" on her Facebook page this morning. Oddly enough, Mary Jane, Cat and I had been talking about camp meal blessings on Thursday.

So I drive to Camp Allen, which has grown into a lovely facility much changed from forty years ago. And, the gift shop doesn't have any old song books. But, since I'm not far from Hempstead and could use some fresh vegetables, I drive on over there. Walking into DiIorios Farmers Market I run smack into Margaret G. (a member of the Huntington Village bunch) and we have a nice visit during which she mentions that she lives on Kickapoo Road (not far from where the subdivision is going in over which we are having serious hearings at work). After picking up a new pair of Lee pants at the Lee outlet mall and having a delicious Summer Special at Las Fuentes (my favorite Mexican restaurant) I decide to go see Kickapoo Preserve subdivision for myself. While there I take a couple of pictures to show the boss. Then a circuitous route home through much of Waller County ...very pretty.

Now home and time to bake some zucchini bread ... with walnuts ... pecan prices were through the roof.

Now five hours have passed since I went out to buy a jar of marmalade. I have new pants, fresh veggies and the impetus to bake.

Good thing I didn't have any plans today!