Yet Another Journal

Nostalgia, DVDs, old movies, television, OTR, fandom, good news and bad, picks, pans,
cute budgie stories, cute terrier stories, and anything else I can think of.

 Contact me at theyoungfamily (at) earthlink (dot) net

. . . . .
. . . . .  

» Friday, March 18, 2022
Walking, Running, and Sitting
It meant carrying two more things, but this year we did something smart: we brought our own pillows. (The Country Inn & Suites pillows are terrible; square, and two aren't enough and three are too much, and they're that terrible hard foam.) So last night the only thing that woke me up was the air conditioner turning on (it sounds like a tractor-trailer truck) and the only thing that woke James was bathroom sojourns.

We had breakfast at the hotel buffet, which is still a sad shadow of its former self: you can make waffles now, but the other food is still pre-packaged. Had oatmeal, Frosted Flakes, a bagel with cream cheese, orange juice, and lots of milk, and saved a cup of milk for lunch. Then, even though it was damp, 40s, and cloudy, James and I walked downtown (well, I walked, he wheeled). I picked up a few Christmas gifts in the glassblower's shop, and a few more in the sock shop, and then we walked down to the Alpine Olive Treeā€”and they were closed! Called them, no answer. No sign of hours on the door, or on Facebook page. Oh, nuts.

We walked almost as far as Hoffer's Bakery, then turned and came back, strolling past more shops, and then cutting under the road bridge that goes over the Chattahoochee River to walk next to the river, and then back to the hotel through the back road. By then it was lunch time, so we took the truck and went to Wendy's so James could have chili and a burger, and then we ate in the common room with several others; I had my leftover pad thai.

Since it was raining pitchforks and little fishes, we thought it would be a good time to go to the bookstore, but alas, it wasn't to be. We waited long enough for the rain to slow down, about 2:45, and by then my lower GI was in gastric distress, and I was miserable for a couple of hours.

So we didn't go out to dinner tonight, I just pre-ordered Zaxby's and we went down to Cleveland to pick it up. We ate in the common room, with quite a few people still there, or those who went to dinner early. And that's what we did for the entire night, talk, type, trade memes, show each other videos, talk more, recommend books and videos (Bill was talking about a book titled Me and Orson Welles, and I referred him to Vincent D'Onofrio's film "Five Minutes, Mr. Welles"). A few people played games, but we just talked and talked until one in the morning.

Labels: , , ,