Day Two; Footnotes All in a Day

Sitting here listening to the rain falling outside. We have been warned about the potential for bad storms. I really hope not, but accept that the possibility is there.  Both dogs are inside and asleep, while the Christmas lights outside bring a light to the dark. It has been an interesting day.


My late husband had a bad temper. He never got violent, just loud. Every once in a great while, my son will show signs of having a bit of a bad temper himself. Today, was one of those days. Like his dad, he didn’t get violent, and not even really loud, but it was obvious he was frustrated and angry.

After waiting a while to allow him to calm down, I asked if he wanted to ride with me to the big box store. Surprisingly he said yes. I needed contact solution. I had a bottle but it wasn’t what I usually used. I still don’t have what I usually use as the big box store still didn’t have any in stock. I went from that part of the store to electronics. I needed a new printer. The one I had keeps telling me it is jammed even though there is nothing anywhere jamming any part of the printer. I really can’t take a liar, so time to replace. My son couldn’t figure out why I need one. I tried to explain that I want to start working on a manuscript. When I do this, I write to a place to stop, print out what is done and then edit that physical copy. Not the most efficient maybe, but that is my way of doing things. I found a printer that was not one with all bells and whistles but only what I needed.  My son has told me he will transfer money to my bank account paying for the printer, we’ll see. It also hasn’t been hooked up yet. He is off tomorrow so I’m hoping he will do it then.


When we left the big box store I asked him if he was hungry. We ended up going to a restaurant that he had been told about but we’d never been. On The Border, here we come. It wasn’t that far from the big box store. A few blocks up and on the other side of the big intersection. I parked and we went inside. Once we were seated we were almost immediately greeted by our server. We quickly got our drinks, warmed chips and salsa. Then my son agreed to try a dua sample plate of sauces. I loved the white cheese? sauce. When our food came my son was looking at the table muttering something about maybe having over done the ordering.

No, I did not try the fries covered in peppers


The food was really good but the service was amazing. Our sever checked on us just often enough. We asked for to go boxes, filled them with the large amount of left overs and waited for her to return with my son’s card and bill. My son also sent a text message to the person who had told him he needed to eat here letting him know we had and he loved everything about the place.


This morning, when it started to rain, I moved the dish of cat food to under the steps out of the rain. It took a while, some of the cats checking out the steps but finding nothing. They didn’t look under. Finally Slash comes out of where ever he had been hiding and walked right up to the food. Once he showed the others where the food was, they soon  joined him. How important and wonderful it is, when someone shows us where we can get nourishment. Whether it is food for the body or the soul.

Slash

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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