Planning Ahead HoCoLocally

In the last 24 hours my social media feeds and email inbox have been filled with tantalizing glimpses of the future. That is to say - - events that won’t be happening for quite awhile. As I am barely functioning in the day-to-day world right now, I have admiration for those who have already set their intentions for, say, October.

Here’s a sampling in case you are the organized sort of person who marks their calendar far in advance.

May:

A Bridgerton Royal Tea Affair with Reproductive Justice Maryland, Saturday May 3rd from 12-3 pm, Owen Brown Interfaith Center.

Skeletons in the Park - - a Goth Picnic, Saturday May 17th from 12-6 pm, Patapsco Valley State Park

Sometime this Spring:

Apple Core’s Bake Shoppe to open a brick and mortar retail location at Snowden Center.

August:

Oakenmist Renaissance Faire - - A Renaissance Hamlet's Annual Faire, August 16-17 from 10am to 6pm / 5pm, Howard County Fairgrounds

October:

Community Ecology Institute Harvest Ball, Thursday October 16th from 6-8:30 pm, The Meeting House at Robert Oliver Place

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It looks like the Village facilities issue is a big deal. The Oakland Mills Village Assocation has now weighed in and the new Howard Courier venture covered the recent CA Board Meeting where it seems to be causing discord.

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I’m working on a post about local restaurants who offer Iftar specials during the month of Ramadan. If you have relevant info or personal experiences to share, let me know.

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