Thursday, September 20, 2012
I love this time of year, cooler daytime temperatures and snugly nighttime’s.
Here’s Bernie’s bed, notice how empty it is......
Now, here’s my bed ...... ummmm, yea he’s not allowed on my bed ...
Every night I tuck him in his bed, cover him with his blanket and every morning I wake up spooning him!
Anyway, getting back to fall, growing up my sister and I used to take rides to look at the changing leaves.
We often made our way to Lancaster, PA. Up hills and down one lane roadways, getting lost in strange small towns. My sister had heard the Amish never had their photos taken because they thought it would steal there souls, she also heard they pinned their clothes together instead of using buttons. I don’t know if any of that was true, but every time we passed a horse drown covered Amish carriage she’d hang out the car window brandishing her camera, trying to snag her some Amish soul.
Then, she thought we should ride through "Amish Town" with a giant magnet, collecting all their pins and leaving a town full of half-naked Amish in our wake. Luckily for the Amish we never could find a giant magnet!!
On this particular trip my sister really wanted to eat in a family style restaurant as was very popular in that area. I had eaten family style on a trip with my parents years ago. It was horrible, being that I have a tricky stomach and don’t really like many things, family style dinning is risky at best. My father brought us there with his grandparents and wanted to make a good impression, so through her smile, my mother pinched me and growled for me not to complain.
We were seated with other people, which I hated because being small everyone wanted to look at me and ask me ,“how old are you ?”,“what grade are you in?", shit like that. Well, the hooded women started plunking down plates and bowls of food for the table. I ordered a cup of tea because they didn’t have soda. I watched as the dishes passed by for something, anything I could eat. Plate after plate nothing appealed to me but I was starving! Finally, I spied a bowl of corn! YES ! I love corn! When the bowl finally made its way to me I picked up the spoon and looked into the bowl only to find a dead fly in it! Just as I saw it so did my mother, I looked at her ready to blow my top but as always, she did not want to make what she called a scene and once again through her smile I knew to say nothing.
Well, at least I had a bit of hard bread and oh yes, my tea, unfortunately the teabag had broken in my cup and I resigned myself to bread and water.
So, you see why when my sister asked if we could eat in a family style restaurant, I freaked out.
I drove for miles passing every family style restaurant by. While I drove, my sister kept complaining and pretending she was dying from hunger on and on until finally I said "You want to eat family style OK!" , then I pulled into the first driveway I saw. I stopped the car and said “they look like they're having dinner, go eat with them! I ‘ll wait.”. She was mortified and screamed for me to get us out of there as the family in the house saw our car pull up and began gathering at the window trying to see who we were.
Later, I believe we ate at Red Lobster, yep nothing like a fall trip with my sister.