Hello and Happy Happy Sunday y'all!
Daddy and I have had an eventful weekend.
Friday night, we stayed up late to watch "Deja Vu". I had seen the movie several times but daddy saw it for the first time. It's one of my favorite thrillers and daddy liked it too.
I remember my first time seeing it. Not the date i saw it but my reaction to it. I'd been seeing previews and hearing about the movie but I resisted seeing it because I assumed I knew what it was about and I thought it would be boring. The same way I'd done with LOTR.
Silly me. ðĪŠ
I thought it was just some kinda regular ole Denzel romantic thriller. To my surprise and delight, it was much more complex than that.
Just another lesson in not rushing to judgment. Which is totally different from following one's intuition. ð
Although we were up late Friday night, when we got up Saturday morning, daddy and I decided to head to the mountains. Previously we'd said we would go this coming Friday but Saturday morning just felt like a day to head for the hills. ⛰
Daddy said he wanted to go but he was moving very slowly, lollygagging on his bed instead of getting it in gear. ð I had to remind him that the ride was two hours and we needed to hustle a bit so we could get to our destination before noon.
We actually made it to the car a half hour earlier than expected but I had to come back for a few things I'd forgotten. ð (I really must create more lists and alarms. It's become the only way I can be sure I'll remember everything. Almost everything...)
The weather was beautiful. Cold but sunny. We were bundled up just enough but the wind was nippier than expected. I could have used a pair of gloves earlier in the day.
We didn't have a set schedule but I knew where I wanted us to go. We hit every spot and in just the right order too.
First I took daddy to see a beautiful college campus I visit when ever I'm up that way. It has a nice lake area and daddy loves water. Everyone was nice and helpful, telling us the best place to park and offering to help daddy up the short set of (steep-ish) stairs.
Next was lunch at my favorite BBQ joint. Wouldn't you know it, daddy had fish. ðð ð At the BBQ joint. I didn't even know they sold fish. ð
We then went to one of my favorite thrift stores. Even though I don't always find things to buy there (I did in June) it's always an interesting place to browse. I thought it would be crowded because it was the weekend. Surprisingly, it wasn't.
Daddy liked the shop too. He found lots of interesting things to look at and he seemed very comfortable there.
The store only takes cash, which I had forgotten. I also forgot to get cash but thankfully I had about $40 in my wallet. We left with a pair of pants and a couple of shirts for daddy, a re-usable shopping bag for Baby Bliss, and a cone of some cool-looking yarn for me. (Which is now double-bagged in my freezer, in case there are any critters lurking in its darkest recesses.)
We headed for the next thrift store (Goodwill) but made a pit stop first at my favorite independent grocery store. They always have deep discounts on healthy (and sometimes international) goodies that are sky high everywhere else. Sometimes it's because the expiration dates have come and gone so one must pay close attention.
Daddy wandered around the store which was cool because I like him to feel that he doesn't have to be within my grasp at all times.
What I didn't know until later was that he was in search of junk food. He brought an iced pastry to me and asked if he could have it. I told him no but I would find him a healthy snack. He said a curt "okay" then tossed the pastry on the nearest shelf. ðŊ
Well okay Mr. Shade Thrower. ð
I spent quite a bit of moola in that store, as I always do when I shop there. Some things were for Baby Bliss and her significant other, as we were stopping at their estate on the way home. (It's on the route.)
Goodwill was our last stop.
The store is new and it's big. Initially daddy seemed reluctant to venture off on his own. Possibly because the store was bustling with other shoppers and he was maneuvering with his walker. He tagged along behind me briefly then I lost sight of him.
Eventually we both ended up in the men's section.
We left with a whole lotta stuff. For me: two summer dresses, a bunch of books, a beautiful drinking glass that matches one I already have (and possibly got at that store), two small framed summery art pieces for my office. For Baby Bliss: a black purse, a set of cut crystal wine glasses, a beautiful book about cats, a set of mirrored Asian art pieces for her s.o. For daddy: a pair of pants, a sweater, a couple of shirts, a piece of art for his bedroom wall.
An hour later we were crossing the moat at Baby Bliss's home.
(Seriously, there's a moat.)
As we drove up the hill to their driveway, I could hear the dogs barking. They were so excited to have company that we had to wait for their parents to reign them in so I could park safely.
As soon as I opened my door, their newest baby (a boy named Blue) put his head in my lap and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. Such a sweetheart. You would never believe what I've heard about how he's torn up the house every day since he's been there. ððð
I got out and Blue jumped in to greet daddy.
A dog with his butt in my seat. ðĐð
Our visit was short but pleasant. The house is huge. And cold. They have that youthful blood so I guess heat isn't a priority.
(Side note: As a mommy, I am a bit worried that they're not prepared for winter. It was already cold and that area gets real snow. I've been texting them daily, asking if they have shovels, salt, a generator, and other winter necessities. Better to get those things early and not get caught in a mad rush at the last minute.)
The kids are friendly with the long-term neighbors and on close terms with one of them so that's good. I need to tell Baby Bliss to give that neighbor my number and give her's to me.
We saw the neighbor's horses while we were there. ð
Gorgeous creatures. Social, intelligent, graceful.
One came over to the fence to seemingly converse with the dogs. I don't know what was conveyed but it must have been good.
The dogs began to run the length of the fence in the direction the horse came from. I was amazed to see the horse take off right behind them, on his/her side of the fence. The dogs came running back and about a minute later, three more horses ððð came to the same spot at the fence to talk about... us?
Maybe. ð
The first horse hung back a ways, seeming to let the newly-arrived have their time with the dogs. A few minutes later, the three galloped over to the first horse and they all ran off to the part of the pasture that runs behind the house where we could no longer see them.
Fascinating and very moving. I'd only seen such on telly or in movies prior to last night.
It was close to dinner time when we were about 30 minutes from home. When we got closer to home, we stopped for dinner at Cracker Barrel.
Both daddy and I had a taste for fried chicken, which I've had at Cracker Barrel before and it was quite tasty. ð
Must have been a good cook that day.
When our chicken arrived, there was so much breading on it, I was reminded of armor. ð° It made the chicken appear almost twice its normal size. Whyyyyyyy? Just a waste of good chicken.
It's bad enough that Cracker Barrel has only been selling the fried chicken for a short time. Now I will never feel comfortable ordering it again. ð
And the dinner is four pieces of chicken which is half a chicken, right? No way to order just two pieces. ð I guess we could have ordered one dinner and one of us ordered extra sides. But who would have gotten which pieces? ðĐ
Maybe God was telling me/us that if we want fried chicken, I need to learn to cook it at home. If I do, it will be the oven-fried chicken that Baby Bliss used to make. It was delicious and it was easier and safer to cook it in the oven.
I do not like grease popping in my kitchen. Doesn't matter who's cooking.
Daddy and I have had an eventful weekend.
Friday night, we stayed up late to watch "Deja Vu". I had seen the movie several times but daddy saw it for the first time. It's one of my favorite thrillers and daddy liked it too.
I remember my first time seeing it. Not the date i saw it but my reaction to it. I'd been seeing previews and hearing about the movie but I resisted seeing it because I assumed I knew what it was about and I thought it would be boring. The same way I'd done with LOTR.
Silly me. ðĪŠ
I thought it was just some kinda regular ole Denzel romantic thriller. To my surprise and delight, it was much more complex than that.
Just another lesson in not rushing to judgment. Which is totally different from following one's intuition. ð
ðļ ðļ ðļ
Although we were up late Friday night, when we got up Saturday morning, daddy and I decided to head to the mountains. Previously we'd said we would go this coming Friday but Saturday morning just felt like a day to head for the hills. ⛰
Daddy said he wanted to go but he was moving very slowly, lollygagging on his bed instead of getting it in gear. ð I had to remind him that the ride was two hours and we needed to hustle a bit so we could get to our destination before noon.
We actually made it to the car a half hour earlier than expected but I had to come back for a few things I'd forgotten. ð (I really must create more lists and alarms. It's become the only way I can be sure I'll remember everything. Almost everything...)
The weather was beautiful. Cold but sunny. We were bundled up just enough but the wind was nippier than expected. I could have used a pair of gloves earlier in the day.
We didn't have a set schedule but I knew where I wanted us to go. We hit every spot and in just the right order too.
First I took daddy to see a beautiful college campus I visit when ever I'm up that way. It has a nice lake area and daddy loves water. Everyone was nice and helpful, telling us the best place to park and offering to help daddy up the short set of (steep-ish) stairs.
Next was lunch at my favorite BBQ joint. Wouldn't you know it, daddy had fish. ðð ð At the BBQ joint. I didn't even know they sold fish. ð
We then went to one of my favorite thrift stores. Even though I don't always find things to buy there (I did in June) it's always an interesting place to browse. I thought it would be crowded because it was the weekend. Surprisingly, it wasn't.
Daddy liked the shop too. He found lots of interesting things to look at and he seemed very comfortable there.
The store only takes cash, which I had forgotten. I also forgot to get cash but thankfully I had about $40 in my wallet. We left with a pair of pants and a couple of shirts for daddy, a re-usable shopping bag for Baby Bliss, and a cone of some cool-looking yarn for me. (Which is now double-bagged in my freezer, in case there are any critters lurking in its darkest recesses.)
We headed for the next thrift store (Goodwill) but made a pit stop first at my favorite independent grocery store. They always have deep discounts on healthy (and sometimes international) goodies that are sky high everywhere else. Sometimes it's because the expiration dates have come and gone so one must pay close attention.
Daddy wandered around the store which was cool because I like him to feel that he doesn't have to be within my grasp at all times.
What I didn't know until later was that he was in search of junk food. He brought an iced pastry to me and asked if he could have it. I told him no but I would find him a healthy snack. He said a curt "okay" then tossed the pastry on the nearest shelf. ðŊ
Well okay Mr. Shade Thrower. ð
I spent quite a bit of moola in that store, as I always do when I shop there. Some things were for Baby Bliss and her significant other, as we were stopping at their estate on the way home. (It's on the route.)
Goodwill was our last stop.
The store is new and it's big. Initially daddy seemed reluctant to venture off on his own. Possibly because the store was bustling with other shoppers and he was maneuvering with his walker. He tagged along behind me briefly then I lost sight of him.
Eventually we both ended up in the men's section.
We left with a whole lotta stuff. For me: two summer dresses, a bunch of books, a beautiful drinking glass that matches one I already have (and possibly got at that store), two small framed summery art pieces for my office. For Baby Bliss: a black purse, a set of cut crystal wine glasses, a beautiful book about cats, a set of mirrored Asian art pieces for her s.o. For daddy: a pair of pants, a sweater, a couple of shirts, a piece of art for his bedroom wall.
An hour later we were crossing the moat at Baby Bliss's home.
(Seriously, there's a moat.)
As we drove up the hill to their driveway, I could hear the dogs barking. They were so excited to have company that we had to wait for their parents to reign them in so I could park safely.
As soon as I opened my door, their newest baby (a boy named Blue) put his head in my lap and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. Such a sweetheart. You would never believe what I've heard about how he's torn up the house every day since he's been there. ððð
I got out and Blue jumped in to greet daddy.
A dog with his butt in my seat. ðĐð
Our visit was short but pleasant. The house is huge. And cold. They have that youthful blood so I guess heat isn't a priority.
(Side note: As a mommy, I am a bit worried that they're not prepared for winter. It was already cold and that area gets real snow. I've been texting them daily, asking if they have shovels, salt, a generator, and other winter necessities. Better to get those things early and not get caught in a mad rush at the last minute.)
The kids are friendly with the long-term neighbors and on close terms with one of them so that's good. I need to tell Baby Bliss to give that neighbor my number and give her's to me.
We saw the neighbor's horses while we were there. ð
Gorgeous creatures. Social, intelligent, graceful.
One came over to the fence to seemingly converse with the dogs. I don't know what was conveyed but it must have been good.
The dogs began to run the length of the fence in the direction the horse came from. I was amazed to see the horse take off right behind them, on his/her side of the fence. The dogs came running back and about a minute later, three more horses ððð came to the same spot at the fence to talk about... us?
Maybe. ð
The first horse hung back a ways, seeming to let the newly-arrived have their time with the dogs. A few minutes later, the three galloped over to the first horse and they all ran off to the part of the pasture that runs behind the house where we could no longer see them.
Fascinating and very moving. I'd only seen such on telly or in movies prior to last night.
It was close to dinner time when we were about 30 minutes from home. When we got closer to home, we stopped for dinner at Cracker Barrel.
Both daddy and I had a taste for fried chicken, which I've had at Cracker Barrel before and it was quite tasty. ð
Must have been a good cook that day.
When our chicken arrived, there was so much breading on it, I was reminded of armor. ð° It made the chicken appear almost twice its normal size. Whyyyyyyy? Just a waste of good chicken.
It's bad enough that Cracker Barrel has only been selling the fried chicken for a short time. Now I will never feel comfortable ordering it again. ð
And the dinner is four pieces of chicken which is half a chicken, right? No way to order just two pieces. ð I guess we could have ordered one dinner and one of us ordered extra sides. But who would have gotten which pieces? ðĐ
Maybe God was telling me/us that if we want fried chicken, I need to learn to cook it at home. If I do, it will be the oven-fried chicken that Baby Bliss used to make. It was delicious and it was easier and safer to cook it in the oven.
I do not like grease popping in my kitchen. Doesn't matter who's cooking.
ðļ ðļ ðļ
In the last bit of news for this entry, I talked to my friend Saturday morning.
We talked for 30 minutes, while I did my morning chores and waited for daddy to get up.
The first few words of our conversation were surprising in a pleasant way. Then it became pleasantly funny.
We rang off with each of us reminding the other to be safe in our travels.
A great start to a fantastic day. ð
And now my good people, I bid y'all good night. Time for ð. I'm beat.
Sweet dreams folks. ðī
We talked for 30 minutes, while I did my morning chores and waited for daddy to get up.
The first few words of our conversation were surprising in a pleasant way. Then it became pleasantly funny.
We rang off with each of us reminding the other to be safe in our travels.
A great start to a fantastic day. ð
And now my good people, I bid y'all good night. Time for ð. I'm beat.
Sweet dreams folks. ðī
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