Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million-dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
You know some things are just pointless like telling a bald guy a hair-raising story.
Today we were busy coming and going. Mary had an appointment with her bookkeeper at 9:00 AM, so Colleen and I took off and went shopping. The first stop was Michaels, where we got a picture fixed, them off to Dunkin’ Donuts so Colleen could get her iced coffee fix, and finally to Home Depot for rug tape. Out Roomba kept trying to eat the two runners, so we fixed the problem.
We departed Casa Valencia at 11:45 AM and made it to the Elks at 12:03 AM, so we were kind of on time. The gang was there awaiting our arrival. I, of course, asked about the sea-boogers, and they had them, so Iris and I went to town devouring four dozen of the little suckers.
I did ask the table, ” What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back?” Blank stares and the sound of crickets prevailed until I gave them the answer, “A stick”
Bill and George had to make a decision, but alas, they selected a “spa salad,” and George did just a burger (no bun or fixin’s). That sounded boring to me as Iris and I were munching down oysters by the handful.
Colleen was brave and tried an oyster. Now she understands the concept of sliders! Below she is doing the dance of “please go down” and “don’t let me spit it out in front of these nice people.”
I didn’t help any as I asked Colleen in the middle of her oyster swelling demonstration, “What do you call the soft tissue between a shark’s teeth?” She of course looked up in total and absolute amazement and responded, “A slow swimmer.” Dang, that is talent! She could talk with a sea-booger lodged in her mouth!
I got tickled and missed the announcement of today’s specials. Poor Colleen was still trying to get the thing to go down. I am NOT sure of what happened, but Colleen did make it back to her seat and announced, “Sea Boogers was not her favorite thing!”
Dad has a great time with this pose! I will hand it to her, she tried them!
Mary wore the eye disguise as the black and blue is starting to go away. She is just too cute!
After lunch, we headed to Dr. Kline’s office to drop off Mary’s patient list. Dr. Kline will be notifying the one-thousand-plus patients of Mary’s retirement and offer to be their doctor. He is a good guy, and he will well serve her patients.
We hurried home because Juan was already there and washing our van. We arrived home about 1:20 PM and gave him the keys to the Lexus, also known as the Silver Fox. We freshened up and headed out when the van was ready to visit a fireplace store next to President Nixon’s library. We selected a set of gas firelogs which we will pick up next Tuesday.
From the fireplace store, we went back home to water Five Miles and changed cars. We took The Silver Fox to Patty’s Place for dinner. We met up with Robin and an old friend Pam Reed. She is a joy to be around; we think alike! Pam and I worked together on classified programs for many years, and we have stayed in contact since 2000.
The conversation got around to “pain”. I have no idea why. I reminded the four ladies that women usually claim childbirth is the most painful experience of their lives. Until they start stepping on Legos in the middle of the night approximately three years later.
We asked for a picture of us, and Robin did the “photobombing” with the added touch of proving a heart…or were they goggles? Anyway, we got a picture of us!
We had dinner on Patty’s patio and laughed so hard people next to us wondering what was happening. I asked Colleen if it was OK to hang out with many “old people,” and she didn’t realize we could be such a hoot.
It was dark when we departed Patty’s, and we went directly home and crashed! Mary has to work tomorrow, which leaves Colleen and I “un-supervised”; oh dear! Colleen is still adapting to west coast time, and Mary and I were just tired.