Unseasonable Saturday

So far the topic of today’s blog is “You can’t make me.” It’s partly cloudy, the humidity is high, it might rain. Go out there and have fun.

Blah. It’s too hot and damp to feel any inkling of an energetic Fall vibe. Drink all the pumpkin spice you want. You can’t convince me that this is anything more than sad, leftover summer.

With apologies for my bad attitude, I must acknowledge that there are plenty of things to do around town today and I encourage you to get out there and enjoy them. If you are called to do so, that is.

As always, don’t forget the markets at Clarksville Commons and Old Ellicott City. Bonus: check out the TARDIS.

Check out what’s available at Facebook events, Visit Howard County, and The Columbia Mom will apparently send you this information upon request. (Check her Instagram.)

A few things:

1. Does anyone know why Howard County Public Schools host churches? That feels weird to me but I don’t know the history. I wonder if it has anything to do with Rouse’s vision of not including freestanding, single-denomination houses of worship in Columbia.

2. Despite my creative interpretation, Offshore is having a buffet lunch with a DJ, not a Jimmy Buffet lunch. I mean, “DJ Buffet Lunch” - - it’s open to multiple possibilities, right?

Well…no. The singer’s name ends in two t’s and I need more coffee. Please don’t go to Offshore in search of a Cheeseburger in Paradise.

There’s a ton of stuff going on today at Freetown Farm and at the Harriet Tubman Center today. Just think: ten years ago there were no community programs happening in either location. What a transformation.

Over at Second Edition Books they’re hosting a book signing with Derrick Credito. In doing a basic Google search I discovered that Credito is:

a Baltimore-area college English professor.
a suburban dad in Columbia, Maryland writing folk-rock songs with progressive themes.

College professor by day, suburban musician dad by night…see what happens when his two worlds collide!

That might be a good idea for his next novel.

Do you have a particular event today that you’d like to boost? Let me know.

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