Monday, May 30, 2011
I Scream for Ice Cream, Again?
We've not all been to Fair Hills as a family. Wifey has checked out Harris Teeter or Harry T as I have dubbed it. Check out the fountain, people tell us. And wouldn't you know, it's turned off when we arrive. What's this Grill Marx? Yet another restaurant in Olney. Someone mentioned, all these restaurants and only one gym. Perhaps we could use another gym. The firstborn daughter notes that all the Tex-Mex places in Olney start with the letter C. California Tortilla, Chipotle, Cafe Rio. Hmmmm. And look! Baskin Robbins is open now too. The girls asked can we go? Well, into Panera to eat. we get our sandwiches and watch a lonely Subway right across from Panera." Are we really going to BR for ice cream?" I ask. "Sure, why not?" Wifey replies. Because they already had ice cream at the pool. "Well, I told them we can go." she says. Who am I to complain. We walk over and see the line. Little one, thinks like me and says one hour later and we'll still be waiting but surprisingly, the line moves. The girls got a one scoop cone and I get a Blizzard oops that's Dairy Queen. I think BR calls their version 31 below or something. I share mine with Wifey. It's only after we're eating them that she says, "Ice cream again?" And I say, "Yeah, I mentioned that in Panera." But all she heard was me make a noise like the teacher in Peanuts. Wah-wah-wah. How lucky can the girls get? That is not going to happen again for a long time. Oh sure, the girls believe me. Wah-wah-wah.
Friday, May 27, 2011
One with Nature...
Well, not really. But one of the things I discovered when I started working (or not working) from home was that I noticed the nature around my house more. In a previous post from last spring, I wrote about my love-hate relationship with the voracious squirrels on my back patio who ate tree droppings with wild abandon leaving a big mess that I felt compelled to sweep off my patio daily (you'll recall the audacious squirrel that taunted me...). All I wanted was a patio free of tree droppings and leftovers. Was that so much to ask? But I digress.
This spring, I am celebrating renewal. First, Toady - the frog that likes to live under our barbeque grill has returned! We hadn't seen him this spring and were worried about his demise (Cocoa, our dog, is also glad to see Toady again). Second, a lone head of swiss chard has decided to return this season in the vegetable garden even though I left him and his brothers rotting last season after I discovered that I don't like to eat swiss chard (even if they do make a nice edge to a vegetable garden...). Finally, after 3 growing seasons, that grape plant and blueberry plant I had no business impulse buying at Good Earth are budding with fruit!!!! Imagine, grapes and blueberries in my own garden! Oh Mother Nature, please let them ripen on the vine and be sweet...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Memories and Farm Fresh Eggs
Monday, May 23, 2011
We Should Have Walked
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Easy Rider
Now that Bowie Mill Road has been repaved, I love driving on it. To me, the “smoother than a baby’s bottom” ride has been worth the one-lane traffic and weather-related construction delays. The only bump that could mar such street sleekness would be a talking bump – like the one in "The Pothole" Seinfeld episode, when George dropped his Phil Rizzuto keychain in a pothole that was later paved over ... a bump which shouted, “Holy Cow!” whenever a car ran over it.
I am glad that the Bowie Mill makeover is complete in every sense of the word. A friend’s street was recently repaved by PEPCO (or another one of those ubiquitous companies digging up the roads in Olney) in what she describes as “a half-a—ed job.” Literally. I drove down her street and sure enough, exactly one half of the street is dark and even while the other half is gray and pocked. I wouldn't be surprised if drivers spoiled by Bowie Mill Road would mistakenly drive down the wrong side of the road on her street just to stay on the smooth side. Come to think of it, I might have done just that. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic.