Daisy Mae has changed our lives. Instead of watching Masterpiece Theater and The History of Civilization so that we can converse with our friends about matters of culture and sophistication, Mate and I sit at opposite ends of the living room floor and toss a little stuffed animal back and forth after giving it a squeek, all the while saying, "Go get it Daisy"(sounding suspiciously like we were talking to a two year old child) Our minds may be suffering but our biceps are definitely showing improvement. When I come home in the afternoon from a hard day at the office, I keep reminding myself over and over "Hug Mate First, Hug Mate First". Then before dinner we discuss what Daisy did during the day. Of course this is in addition to whatever Mate has emailed me that was so special it could not wait til I came home from work. Yes indeed our life is looking up.
Despite being a bit consumed by Daisy, this week we have continued our interesting, full, sometime productive life. In fact this week a bit of Miscellany happened that completely put Mate in a funk. If you have followed along with me you know that Mate has an aversion to ordering a drink with his many meals eaten out during the course of a week. He is against it and oft times will chastize me for spending money on a glass of tea which is so cheap to make. (oh how many times have I heard that), Friday evening we ventured out to the far north side of town to a catfish place called Fred's. We had been out there years and years ago, I think only 1 time but then it was Kickapoo Catfish.
I noticed right away that Mate ordered iced tea! I said nothing but admit I was shocked in addition to being startled (all the while vowing to take his blood pressure when we returned home) The tea was what I, as a certified iced tea specialist, would call average. The cat fish on the other hand is wonderful. Maybe the best catfish I have ever eaten. However I am not certified in this particular food.
Well moving right along to the arrival of the bill. Bless his heart. It was the first time in long ago years that I have seen Mate's face fall. I mean actually fall. That look that tells every one in a close vicinity that something earth shattering has happened, something so unexpected as to be almost frightening, but more along the lines of shocking. I was relieved that our friend, Gene Stevens was nearby in case he fell. They had charged him for the iced tea! The menu said that the tea was part of the meal and so of course Mate ordered tea. Never one to let a free item go. Seems that was on the lunch not on dinner. A good meal totally ruined. It has been almost 48 hours and he is still lamenting. So we may well go back to Fred's, but you can rest assured that Mate will order water with lemon.
Saturday afternoon, we went to see Elvis. Nice looking young fellow, who did look a lot like him. Sold out house at the Wichita Theater, main floor and balcony. We personally went for the Stamps Quartet, a group from Gospel Music with whom we are very familiar. Elvis Impersonator, Kraig Parker, was on the second half of the show. It was not hard to judge which part of the program was more popular. Lets just say Elvis trumped Gospel Music. I would not have breathed a word of it there for fear of an uprising, but Mate and I have never been the greatest of Elvis fans. We do recognize that he was a phenomenal entertainer. We probably will never see his like again.
Well my mind is about emptied. So I will close this by telling you that I am just about through with my first Senior citizen blog which I hope to post later this week. I hope you will read about a Lady most of us are blessed to know. Look for "Leta" in the blog called "Knowing where We Came From".
Miscellany for Saturday morning. Breakfast table I am doing crosswords and crypto quiz, drinking coffee. Mate is reading the paper and reads me an obituary. "She has gone on to that great poker table in the sky". Sweet looking lady in her 80s. Family convinced she is playing poker in Heaven. We all wonder what Heaven will be like. No one but John knew for sure. The one thing we know is that God the Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit will be there and that's good enough for me.
Despite being a bit consumed by Daisy, this week we have continued our interesting, full, sometime productive life. In fact this week a bit of Miscellany happened that completely put Mate in a funk. If you have followed along with me you know that Mate has an aversion to ordering a drink with his many meals eaten out during the course of a week. He is against it and oft times will chastize me for spending money on a glass of tea which is so cheap to make. (oh how many times have I heard that), Friday evening we ventured out to the far north side of town to a catfish place called Fred's. We had been out there years and years ago, I think only 1 time but then it was Kickapoo Catfish.
I noticed right away that Mate ordered iced tea! I said nothing but admit I was shocked in addition to being startled (all the while vowing to take his blood pressure when we returned home) The tea was what I, as a certified iced tea specialist, would call average. The cat fish on the other hand is wonderful. Maybe the best catfish I have ever eaten. However I am not certified in this particular food.
Well moving right along to the arrival of the bill. Bless his heart. It was the first time in long ago years that I have seen Mate's face fall. I mean actually fall. That look that tells every one in a close vicinity that something earth shattering has happened, something so unexpected as to be almost frightening, but more along the lines of shocking. I was relieved that our friend, Gene Stevens was nearby in case he fell. They had charged him for the iced tea! The menu said that the tea was part of the meal and so of course Mate ordered tea. Never one to let a free item go. Seems that was on the lunch not on dinner. A good meal totally ruined. It has been almost 48 hours and he is still lamenting. So we may well go back to Fred's, but you can rest assured that Mate will order water with lemon.
Saturday afternoon, we went to see Elvis. Nice looking young fellow, who did look a lot like him. Sold out house at the Wichita Theater, main floor and balcony. We personally went for the Stamps Quartet, a group from Gospel Music with whom we are very familiar. Elvis Impersonator, Kraig Parker, was on the second half of the show. It was not hard to judge which part of the program was more popular. Lets just say Elvis trumped Gospel Music. I would not have breathed a word of it there for fear of an uprising, but Mate and I have never been the greatest of Elvis fans. We do recognize that he was a phenomenal entertainer. We probably will never see his like again.
Well my mind is about emptied. So I will close this by telling you that I am just about through with my first Senior citizen blog which I hope to post later this week. I hope you will read about a Lady most of us are blessed to know. Look for "Leta" in the blog called "Knowing where We Came From".
Miscellany for Saturday morning. Breakfast table I am doing crosswords and crypto quiz, drinking coffee. Mate is reading the paper and reads me an obituary. "She has gone on to that great poker table in the sky". Sweet looking lady in her 80s. Family convinced she is playing poker in Heaven. We all wonder what Heaven will be like. No one but John knew for sure. The one thing we know is that God the Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit will be there and that's good enough for me.
Nice to finally have a post here. That Elvis show sounds awesome.
ReplyDeleteNext time I'm in an iced tea predicament, I will know where to turn.