As usual, Hubby took this week off for fishing, but conditions aren’t good this time around. Since D2 is good at independent study, I hustled through today’s “Must Do’s” and put the rest in my Thursday file. Then Hubby and I took off for a day together (something we don’t do often enough).
We started with a restaurant breakfast, then a nice drive—enjoying conversation (another thing that has come along late in the game). We talked about a lot of things, including deep matters; more than just the kids.
When we pulled into the beach town, we looked in shop windows, going into a few. I hit a couple of thrift stores (still looking for green shoes for the wedding). Hubby likes places with collectible kitsch or model cars.
The steroids he’s on were doing their thing, so we just kept it low-keyed, including time on a bench watching the children on the carousel. I felt sorry for the three-year-old: her daddy said, “Do you want to ride on the giraffe?” He was pointing at an ostrich. Then I swear I heard him say, “Oh wait; that’s a zebra.” [Himmanahoo?]
The town was quiet today; I’m sure it had been hopping crazy two days ago. One merchant described the weekend as “the storm before the calm.”
We made sure to walk along the beach front, which was a little misty, but overall the weather was very cooperative.
When we were finally ready for some warmth, we headed over to a well-known seafood spot and split an order of halibut and chips, which was very good. Then he treated me to a coffee from a drive-through barista, which much to my pleasure carried the same coffee I get at a restaurant where I live.
The outing ended with a nice ride home, still visiting—but just a little less this time, because we had company: Mr. Henry Mancini.