We didn't do very much while she was here. In fact, we mostly stayed home, played games (Oceanopoly, our new favorite), watched NCIS and gabbed.
Yesterday we did venture out to an estate sale along with Grammy and Cilla, my partners in crime. We found a few things to bring home but, to be honest, there wasn't really that much of interest. Plus everything was in a very musty basement, not my favorite kind of place.
Out of a big $2 bag of buttons, this is what I am keeping. A few mother of pearl shirt buttons, six beautiful glass buttons the color of the Caribbean ocean, a clothespin, two sparkly studs, some metal cuties and two thimbles.
My big purchase was an old celluloid photograph album. Empty, of course. It is a bit weary and worn, but the inside pages are beautiful.
Six floral lithographed pages, still vibrant in color and ready to be used in some creative manner. I can't help it, I just sit and stare at them, they are so pretty.
After the estate sale we stopped off at the feed store to get the "girls" a new bag of laying pellets and then off to lunch we went. To Red Lobster, courtesy of Grammy and her Christmas gift cards!
Do you people watch at restaurants? I do. In fact, my entire family does. The four of us certainly got an eyeful yesterday as in came a woman who I now call Goldilocks and the Three Chairs.
The hostess seated Goldi in a small booth across from us. As she twisted and turned we could tell that she just did not fit. I am sure the conversation went like this:
"This booth is too tight!" She was moved.
"This booth is to close!" She was moved again.
"Ah, this chair is just right!"
I felt a bit sorry for her. I think that restaurants design interiors for maximum seating capacity and in doing so, eliminate the comfort of their patrons. The chair she sat in was at the table beside us. I glanced over to see that she had the most incredibly long fingernails. They were at least four inches long and painted the entire length with an intricate floral design. In turn, Mom, Cilla and Ainslie caught sight of them as well. How would she eat? How would she pick up her glass? How does she dial her phone, which was kept in use the entire time she was there? And then, the most pertinent question of all- how does she deal with the ladies room? Well, wouldn't you wonder? The questions were flying off of our tongues as fast as we could think them.
Goldilocks turned out to be a bit of a diva, fussy and demanding. Her half-gallon sized margarita was too bitter. Another was made. The next was too sweet. And yet, another was made. Her salad did not have enough dressing. Another pot was brought out for her. Her meal arrived and, yes, there were more problems. Each time her waitress smiled and made sure that she was happy. The woman had the patience of a saint. I hope she received a nice tip.
We had to leave Goldilocks to her lunch and head back home, questions unanswered. A few hours later, Ainslie gathered up her things, a few bags of necessities from the pantry, gave us a hug and went back home. Her home.
I miss her already.