Store/Restaurant

 

LD sent this to me the other day.  It is his new and improved boy/man voice.  And I keep forgetting to ask him how he did this?

Technology.  Incredible.  I should figure some new tricks out, seeing as how I shall be a magical online teacher this year.

David and I went camping at the river property all by ourselves last night.  It was the most bestest camping trip ever because it was soooooo easy.

We got there.  We sat by the river and talked.

Then we decided to drive to a nearby town for dinner.  INSTEAD OF COOKING.

Ok.  Let us talk about this restaurant.  As far as I know this restaurant doesn’t have a name.  It is simply known as:

Store/Restaurant

And that is because it is a restaurant AND it also has some cans of pork and beans and chili you could purchase if you so desire.

Everyone at the restaurant is super friendly, including all the customers.  There was a gal who was tending the bar, a gal who was tending the restaurant and a guy somewhere in the back who was the cook.

The people at a table across from us starting chatting with us.  They asked where we lived.

Stranger:  Oh!  Are you farmers then?

David:  No, not at all.  I am an electrician.

And that left me in an utter state of confusion.  Because here are some pictures I have taken of our very home:

But that’s cool.

So.  We ate and visited.  I asked the lady working the restaurant when they close?  She said:

“Oh.  When we are done.”

And then the strangers chatted up with us a bit more and said they are done when the cook is done and he goes and sits at the bar.  And moments later, said cook came out to go and be done at the bar, right when hopeful customers had walked in.

He agreed to cook their meal.  Cheering ensued, proving once again, that not all heroes wear capes.

Later on, the bartender gal, who was bussing tables with a five gallon bucket, plopped the bucket on the table and joined us.  Then there was a lively conversation about what butcher you should take your fresh game meat to and who keeps it clean and who makes the best summer sausage and who has a moose tag and, readers, I truly felt like I could not contribute to that conversation.

So, I didn’t.

We drove back to camp and, I kid you not, we were in bed by 8:30pm.

We slept until 7am!  And then we had like four cups of coffee each and didn’t even make breakfast.

Next, I “helped” David with a water pump project he was working on.

David:  Can you hand me the Sawzall?

Me:  Yup!

And, Friends.  Hand it to him I did!  And I knew what it was without asking.  And, Friends.  I bought him a Sawzall back in 2000 for our first Christmas together.  I remember because he was trying to get me to understand what the purpose of a Sawzall was.

David (talking slowly and enunciating):  BECAUSE IT SAWS . . . ALL.

Me:  It saws all?

David:  IT SAWS . . . ALL.

Anyways.  I handed him the Sawzall.

Me:  David!  Is this the very same one I bought you for our first Christmas?

David:  Nope.

Me:  Oh.  Darn.  Did that one break or something?

David:  Nope.  It is at home.  I use it to saw pigs in half.

So that was a pleasant thought.

After we worked on the pump, I made us a lovely lunch and we sat by the river and ate it.

Eventually, we had to return home to-

The Children.

As soon as we got into service, our phones were inundated with text message alerts and phones calls from the aforementioned children.

To prepare ourselves to face them again, we helped ourselves to an ice cream cone on our way home.

Happy Sunday!