With retirement comes the opportunity for new experiences.
Debi has a passion for music, singing, theatre, and travel. With her BMEd and MEd she had an extensive career which included elementary music education, performing, vocal instruction, choral conducting, musical theatre directing, and clinician work. She has, for the most part, retired from this very successful music career. But really, does one ever retire from music? I think not. So now the stage is set for the next act: interweaving her love for music, travel, and whatever else comes her way.
Wherever her travels take her Debi shares her exploits: musical adventures, local interests, historical sites, local cuisine, the journey there and back, plus whatever life sends her. She'll share the hits and the misses, the successes and the failures, as well as any helpful hints she discovers along the way.
“Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life.”
Mark Twain
Gym closed today so off the normal routine. What to do, what to do, what to do. Make a beautiful day. A beautiful day trip to Fairhope, Alabama. Only an hour away from Gulf Shores and we love this spot. If you are ever around this area definitely stop and visit Fairhope. It’s charming and we absolutely enjoy it every time we’re there. We always discover something new.
Its historic homes on streets lined with live oaks and its charming, walkable downtown with delightful small shops and various restaurants make it a treat to visit. It also has its own little French Quarter.
Richard loves to spend time browsing in their record store Dr. Music Records.
As these two stores are quite close he went off in search of records and I in search of clothes and purses.
Score! I bought a beautiful Joseph Ribkoff khaki and black colour-blocked tunic top, a long, red, linen sweater, and a LBD. And Richard did ok too. Eight records.
On previous visits we’ve had chilly weather but today we were blessed with beautiful, sunny weather 23C. Ahhhh.
Richard got a great shot.
Where’s Debi?
Every time we’ve gone to Fairhope Richard has wanted to stop and buy pecans. Today he finally go to achieve his goal.
And a bonus was Richard got to talk with the original owner, 90 years young who has 27 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren. He was very excited to talk with Richard. Even brought out three books to show him. Two of his 80th and 90th birthdays and one of when he worked with Ronald Reagan for a year. He was so pleased to share these with Richard. Plus we got to find out that pecans grow on trees. We didn’t know.
I couldn’t pass up sharing a little video. Super cute.
And that’s our day. Back home to the beach house and able to have tea on the deck. A beautiful day. I hope you had a beautiful day too.
Beautiful Day – U2
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“Cooking is a caring and nurturing act. It’s kind of the ultimate gift for someone, to cook for them.”
Curtis Stone
Yes it is. And that’s Richard’s gift to me. He does most of the cooking and boy do I love that.
I arrived back in Gulf Shores the evening of Dec. 26th. A few delays but I got here. Whew! I am exceedingly grateful. The most major delay was due to someone acting inappropriately on the plane as we were leaving Montreal so we returned to the gate to have that person removed. I don’t know what happened but the people at the front applauded when it took place.
My biggest pet peeve is carry on luggage. I travelled with my regulation size carry on and my purse. Why oh why are they allowing people to use medium sized suitcases as carry ons? They do not fit the size specifications. On top of that there was a family of six sitting across from me who had 18 pieces of carry on. And they got on with all of them. Unbelievable. No wonder the airlines are always asking people to volunteer to check their carry on luggage for free at the gate. Maybe they just don’t want the confrontations.
Boudin is a sausage he found at Rouses Market https://www.rouses.com/ here in Gulf Shores. He bought one when I was on PEI and cooked himself this meal. When he tasted it he thought “Deb would like that.” And he was right.
I had never heard of this sausage. (although it looks similar to one Richard used to buy at Sobeys in Montague, PEI). But Wikipedia knows all.
“The term boudin in the Acadiana region of Louisiana is commonly understood to refer only to boudin blanc and not to other variants.”
“Acadiana (French and Louisiana French: L’Acadiane), also known as the Cajun Country (Louisiana French: Le Pays Cadjin, Spanish: País Cajún), is the official name given to the French Louisiana region that has historically contained much of the state’s Francophone population. Many inhabitants of the Cajun Country have Acadian ancestry and identify as Cajuns or Creoles.”
And this is it. In the dish, besides the boudin, he included a medley of small tomatoes, an onion, a red pepper, and a tomato basil sauce. No recipe. His take on a gumbo. Creative. Very creative. And it was delicious. The picture shows his over fusilli pasta. Mine was over a gluten free penne pasta. Delicious.
Home Cookin’ – Jr. Walker and the All Stars
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For Christmas is tradition time— Traditions that recall The precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all.
Helen Lowrie Marshall
In my last post I mentioned that I had no memories of my childhood Christmas Eves. Since that post some memories have returned. I remember decorating the Christmas tree with my mother’s treasured ornaments. And tinsel. Boy how I hated putting on the tinsel. I always wanted to just throw it on in big handfuls but Mom painstakingly put it on one strand at a time. She made it look beautiful. Christmas Eve we’d take four kitchen chairs to the living room, putting them back to back and hanging wool socks over them fastened together with clothes pins. I guess the socks were my father’s.
More vividly I remember Christmas morning waking my parents anytime between 3:00 and 5:00 am to go downstairs, see what Santa brought, and open presents. Mom worked at Strwart and MacKay’s in Charlottetown and every Christmas they were given a big 5 lb box of Ganong Chocolates. Plus we’d have a few treats: ribbon candy, barley candy, chicken bones, satin mix and fudge. These were never out until Christmas morning.
And our socks alway had a huge red delicious apple and a giant orange (or so it seemed to me). One gift stands out in my mind. A soft pink mohair sweater. Loving knit by my mother. I constantly wore that sweater until it was completely worn out. She loved to knit and created many sweaters over the years. Especially the big, zippered, Mary Maxim sweaters. I have saved all the ones she knit for my children. Maybe one day my grandson will want to wear them.
Then we’d drive to Margate to have. Christmas dinner with my grandmother and other family members. Mom had four brothers and four sisters so there was always lots of people there. The adults ate in the dining room while all the cousins ate at card tables set up in the kitchen. You knew you were old when you finally got to eat in the dining room. My favorite treat there was Grammies homemade white fudge. Not divinity like my mother was so skillful at but old fashioned vanilla fudge. I loved it. Wish I had her recipe. Sadly my mother didn’t have it either.
Christmas morning with my kids was a bit different. Nobody up until 7:00. We’d all meet in the kitchen and go down to the rec room together. Well actually David went down first to start the wood fire. Stockings had been laid out in each persons particular spot. All the Santa stuff could be viewed on your own but then we’d all sit in a circle and I would pass out the wrapped presents, one at a time, and we all watched that present being opened. Savoring the moment. Then on to the next person. Round and round we’d go until all we’re opened. Back then it took a long time. This past year it was just James and me so it went quite quickly.
Next the kids would put their gifts under the tree while the adults began cooking breakfast. We would have the traditional Big Breakfast: toast, eggs, potato wedges, bacon, sausages, homemade baked beans (made the previous week), cheese, fruit, juice, tea, and milk. What a feast. How did we ever have room for turkey dinner. But we did.
Then cleanup and get that bird in the oven. Way back we had a lot of family there so we’d have a turkey that was well over 20 lbs. It had to get in that oven to be ready for 6:00. we always made it.
Dinner consisted of turkey and stuffing (then made either by my mother or my mother-in-law but now made by me), mashed potatoes, gravy, turnip, broccoli casserole, carrots, peas, corn and cranberry sauce (I made it). For dessert we had the never ending array of sweets plus Mom’s homemade plum pudding and brown sugar sauce. What a feast. No wonder no one could move afterwards.
Now it’s different. I do miss those busy times. So much work but so much fun. Guess that’s what happens as we get older. Nostalgia. Sigh. It was quieter this year. Just James and I for gift unwrapping and breakfast. But I still made the Big Breakfast. Even though there was just the two of us. Tradition. Then Jared, Katelyn, and baby David came mid afternoon to open baby David’s gifts and for dinner. I really missed my daughter Kathryn and son-in -law Scott as they were in Toronto but it’s time for them. We did FaceTime with them so they could watch David’s gift unwrapping. Time for them to begin their own traditions. I’m sad but happy at the same time, if you know what I mean.
And that’s it.
Merry Christmas.
On Christmas Morning- Kenny Loggins
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The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
Thomas Edison
And that’s where I was today. I planned on having a quiet, relaxing Sunday but I just couldn’t. After yesterday I had to prove to myself that I could bake something successfully. And I did. Yay for me.
Peanut Butter Blossoms or Rosette Cookies.
These are loved by my entire family but most especially by my daughter. In later years she took over baking them and now this year it was up to me. Success. Thank goodness.These cookies are the ones she always chose as her favourite for Grammie Ruby to make. Her brothers’ choices were the Uncooked Marshmallow Squares I made the other day and Peanut Butter Balls. After making those balls for a few years I now buy them at Water Street Bakery. A lot less stressful that way.
Funny. When I was first married I did fancy baking (well fancy for me) every Christmas: Peanut Butter Balls. Rum Balls, Cherry Balls, Scotch Cookies, Hello Dollies, and Mocha Cakes are a few that I remember. But with kids and mothers who loved doing it, well, my Christmas baking fell by the wayside. And to be honest I was so busy with three kids and being a music teacher (so many Christmas concerts) who had the time. Anyway those are my excuses.
That’s it for today. No more baking until the end of the week. Want to keep those goodies fresh for Christmas.
Mary Did You Know – Kathleen Battle and Christopher Parkening
I love listening to this arrangement and I loved singing it accompanied by Peter Gallant.
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Christmas Eve does not have a mold or an ideal. It’s just about being together with the ones you love.
Christmas fills me with nostalgia. Memories sweep over me. Into every inch of my being with smiles and tears. That’s life. The interesting thing about memories is they’re our own. Whether they’re completely accurate or not really doesn’t matter. They’re ours. Family members may have totally different ones, remembering the past through their eyes. And that’s ok. Our memories are our memories.
I don’t remember my childhood Christmas Eves. Strange, right? I do have childhood Christmas Day memories but for those you’ll have to wait. They’ll be in my next post.
My grownup Christmas Eve traditions have changed many times over the years.
First there were the married but pre-children ones when we would alternate travelling to our parents homes each Christmas. One year to mine in Charlottetown, PEI and and the next to my late husband David’s in Woodstock, New Brunswick. Do you remember always arranging your life around the Borden/Cape Tormentine ferry departure times? I’m sure we all have those same memories. Pure excitement and relief when you made it and utter disappointment and frustration when you didn’t. Especially if you were that last car that almost made it. (And always putting aside a $20 bill to pay the ferry fee on your way back.)
And life changed
We had children. Three beautiful children.
The most exciting Christmas Eves were after our children were born. Aren’t most peoples. With the birth of our first child we made the decision to always celebrate Christmas Eve and Day in our own home. We wanted to create memories.
On Boxing Day, for two years, we travelled to Woodstock, New Brunswick to spend time with David’s family. The second year we had continuous car trouble on the way there-no heat in the car. Brrrr. Hard with a baby in a car seat who didn’t want to keep a blanket over him. That year my father-in-law met us in Fredericton, NB. Baby and I transferred into his car so we could get warm. How heavenly that felt. Thereafter my in-laws made the wise but I’m sure very difficult decision that in future they would travel to us.
Oh my. Those were busy days. My mom and brother (my father had died previously), David’s mom, dad, sister, grandmother, and us. (eventually the three children.) So much hustle and bustle. Such laughter and excitement. And I’m sure a bit of growling. The two moms plus the grandmother took complete control of the kitchen. Lucky me. And presents that spilled halfway into the room as they couldn’t all fit under the tree. Christmas Eve was also the one time we all went to church together. And Jean Sheen, at that time the church’s outstanding organist and choir director and overall lovely lady, would have me sing a solo, usually Sweet Little Jesus Boy, or O Holy Night. Then back home, kids put in jammies, and opened one Christmas present each. To choose a big one or a small one? Such decisions. Great memories.
But deaths happened.
And life changed.
First David’s grandmother died. (She was known as GG to my kids because she said it would take too long for her great grandchildren to say Great Grandmother. And she wasn’t waiting for that.)
David’s parents bought a place to winter in Florida; a double wide in a senior’s trailer park and therefore spent future Christmases there. (They couldn’t previously because GG lived with them.)
With these changes new memories were born.
I’m sure if you asked my children they’d say their strongest and fondest Christmas memory was the arrival of my mom every Christmas Eve day. They’d just be bouncing with excitement. Grammie Ruby, with a car laden with presents and treats, would appear in our driveway. Plus her ever present two handled wicker basket that always had extra special treats for immediate consumption. She was our constant.
Our next door neighbours, Charles and Lorraine, would come over later in the evening (after we returned from church and all children were asleep) to relax. Ha Ha. Relax? Nope. Those two men took on the arduous task of putting together toys/castles etc that came in hundreds of pieces with dubious directions. Super calming. Right.
Then my father-in-law died and a year later my husband followed him. Earth shattering.
And life changed.
We were determined to carry on our traditions. We continued (Mom, my three kids, and I) going to the Christmas Eve service but I took a few years off from the solos. Just didn’t have the heart to sing.
But time passed and those all consuming intense feelings of devastation began to lessen. Eventually I was emotionally ready to sing again and continued with the former tradition of singing on Christmas Eve. Thanks Christine Anderson Gallant for your encouragement to sing at these again. But not O Holy Night. Minuses became pluses and this offered me the opportunity to include other beautiful solos into my Christmas Eve repertoire: Gesu Bambino (The Infant Jesus), Mary had a Baby, Mary Did You Know, Maria Weigenleid (Mary’s Cradle Song) plus Sweet Little Jesus Boy. I loved them all and what a gift to share in these special evenings.
Gesu Bambino
My goodness. All totalled I must have sung at the Christmas Eve services for over thirty years. The hardest and saddest part was one year finding out a week before Christmas (from my hair stylist as he knew someone from the church) that the church was apparently going in a new direction and I wouldn’t be singing. That hurt. To this day I have no idea why someone from the church didn’t tell me.
And life changed.
We settled into another new version of Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve suppers became a gourmet delight of numerous appetizers. Yummy. Later it was homemade lasagna or homemade pizza. But the pièce de résistance was when Mom, the three kids, and I all sat together watching Home Alone and Christmas Vacation. We got to know the movies so well that we’d start roaring with laughter in anticipation of what was going to happen. Great memories.
And life changed
For a few years my brother and his family celebrated with us. And even after Mom (Grammie Ruby) had a stroke they/we still brought her up for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. She was always worried about that. Missing Christmas with us. My daughter married (I have the best son-in- law ever) but they still came home for Christmas. My brother and his family moved to Alberta but then, as many Islanders do, eventually moved back to PEI. Twenty years after my husband died a wonderful man, Richard, came into my life. I know. Never expected that to happen. What a blessing to be able to share these later years of my life with someone. As a dear friend (whose husband also died years ago and has since met someone) told me the other day, “We seem to think that is how life has to be. I just did not realize how lonely I was until this all happened.” How true.
And life changed.
Mom died. Big change. Humongous change.
This is my favourite gift from her. Each ceramic piece lovingly created by her with the assistance of my Aunt Vera. What a treasure.
Then the whole world changed.
Pandemic hit. Only immediate family for Christmas. We made it work.
And life changed.
New grandson. First grandchild. What a joy he is. Love him so much. 😍 His first Christmas. Super excited. New memories being created. Finally my brother and family can come for Christmas dinner plus this year my niece’s boyfriend from England is coming. Wonderful. (Because of international travel we’re all going to be very proactive and take a Covid test Christmas morning as keeping the baby healthy is our first priority. Last week I arrived from Alabama as Richard and I winter there.) The hardest part is my daughter and son-in-law are back in Toronto and won’t be here. I’ll miss them. 🥲
New life. New changes. New memories.
Christmas Eve – Trans-Siberian Orchestra
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That is the truth. And yes I discovered that again today.
On today’s to do list was a new recipe and an old one. I’ll start with the new one I found online.
Christmas Magic Cookie Bars
Easy to make. Made me think of a modern take on Hello Dollies. If you’ve never had Hello Dollies they are delicious. I wanted to try these new ones because they looked so festive. Well these new ones taste good. Of course I had to sample a bit. Don’t you? Can’t serve them on Christmas Day if they don’t taste good. 😉. I followed the recipe but the base did not hold together really well. Not as solid as I would have liked. I was able to salvage enough to put in the fridge and I’m sure that will make them better.
Messy looking but festive
Then onto my mother’s Scotch Cookies recipe. So which is it, Scotch Cookies or Shortbread ? What do you make/call them? According to Walkers https://us.walkersshortbread.com/difference-btwn-shortbread-v-scottish-cookies/ Mom really made Shortbread even though she called them Scotch Cookies. Walkers states, “…the main differences between the two styles of cookies are butter content and inclusion of leavening agents.”. As Mom’s recipe contained no leavening agents I guess, as per Walkers, she made Shortbread. You learn something new every day.
Now for Mom the above recipe was great. (Loving that it’s in her handwriting. She had beautiful script.) She could follow these simple instructions ‘cause she knew what to do. She probably didn’t even need a recipe. (What recipes can you make from memory?) But this created some problems for me. I needed specifics. Hmmm. Mix? Mix? How do you mix the ingredients together? By hand or with a mixer? How do you roll out the dough? I seem to recall Mom saying “Don’t overwork the dough or it’ll be tough.” Or was that for pastry.? Can’t remember. How big to cut them? And I was not going to Google to find out. Had to do it myself.
Oh, by the way, I am a very messy baker. Not my countertop. I’m one of those bakers who has to clean up as I go. I can’t stand to have dirty stuff everywhere. So dirty utensils, dishes. pots and pans, go immediately into the sink and I wash up after every recipe. No. I mean myself personally. I get it all over me. I’m a mess. What type of baker are you?
The reason I wear an old sweatshirt when I bake.
This messy shirt is due to the fact that I started by using a mixer. Wrong choice. Went everywhere. Next. Mixed with my hands. Worked better. Oh no. No cookie cutters. Mom always used a heart one. Improvise. Something small. What better to use than a Limoges egg cup. Perfect.
Heaven help me. I was not prepared today. Went to ice them and I didn’t have the bag with special tips I like to use. Now I probably could have just used a knife but…Improvise. Baggie with the tip cut out. Worked. Not pretty but worked. I like things to look pretty and sadly these did not live up to my expectations. And Mom would have put a bit of red or green cherry or a walnut on each one but I only remembered that after I was done. Mary Berry would not be impressed.
Not like my mother’s cookies
Final verdict? These are not my mother’s Scotch Cookies. Look similar. Taste kind of similar. But not as flakey, or as white, and they don’t melt in your mouth like hers. They will still get gobbled up. I hope.
All in all not a horrible day. Both look and taste ok but as I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist, ok, ok, a great big perfectionist, I wasn’t over the moon ecstatic with them. But they are homemade and baked with love.
Onward and upward. Tomorrow is another day. Now off to the treadmill to try and wear off some of my sampling.
Bakin’ Cookies – The Ellas
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If baking is any labor at all, it’s a labor of love. A love that gets passed from generation to generation. – Regina Brett
My mother Christmas baked for years and years. I couldn’t tell you how many. When I was young and I’m sure before I was born. Money was tight, although as a child I never knew that, but I remember her always throwing a few items in the weekly grocery cart in order to have everything for December.
She was especially known for her delicious Divinity Fudge. As a life long member of the United Church Women (UCW) at Park Royal United Church I remember her making copious bags of this fudge every year to be sold at their Christmas Tea/Fair; some plain, some with walnuts, and some with green and red cherries. They always sold out.
Christmas baking brings back so many memories.
After my dad died Mom spent almost every Christmas at my home. (Until her death five years ago.) So for over 35 years she’d Christmas bake for my family, always making sure to bake her grandchildren’s favorites plus more than I could count. She’d bring hampers full of homemade goodies. Plus she’d bake for my brother’s family, herself, and even once for my best friend. She’d make the tried and true recipes but always was keen to try some new ones each year. All year she’d find them in magazines, newspapers etc and lovingly cut them out to discuss with me their possibilities. After baking them she’d think some were good enough to be added for the next year but others, well, she’d just toss those recipes in the garbage as they didn’t meet her standards. Her baking was most certainly a labour of love. Memories.
The last few years before she died Mom couldn’t do the baking so my daughter and I took over. Mostly my daughter. She’s a fantastic baker. I’d go to her home for an overnighter and we’d bake. Well as I said she’d do most of the baking. I was the helper. Ok by me. We’d follow Mom’s formula, making the tried and true but always adding some new ones too. And yes I’m smiling right now with a tiny tear in my eye. Memories.
This year I’m baking on my own as my daughter is back in her Toronto home. Needless to say there will not be as many treats. And certainly not as much fun and laughter. Still going to follow the past and bake some favourites and definitely a couple of new recipes. But nowhere near what Mom used to bake.
So today it was Nuts and Bolts (a very old favourite), Uncooked Marshmallow Squares (another old fav), and Toffee Pretzel Bark, one batch with dark chocolate and the other with milk chocolate. (a new fav from last year).
Christmas Memories – Frank Sinatra
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If you are positive, you’ll see opportunities instead of obstacles.
Confucius
So yesterday’s obstacles were an opportunity to spend time with my daughter and son in law. Yay! .
Continuation of yesterday’s saga.
Leg 3: Toronto to Charlottetown. Started out with a delay of 10 minutes, then 30 minutes and then 50 minutes. That was ok. I got to have egg bites and a Macha Green Tea Latte from Starbucks. Yay!
I had a window seat and what luck. No one in the middle seat. Made my day. Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Inset happy dance.💃
What kind of a flyer are you? The chatty talk to you neighbor kind of flyer or the please ignore me and leave me alone flyer? I am the latter. I’m the flyer who immediately does one of three things: takes out a book, puts in my AirPods, or closes my eyes to sleep. I don’t want to talk to anyone. Not at all. Please no small talk. No chit chat. No life story. Some of you may find that rude but I don’t. I want the quiet time. I realize others like to chat and converse but not me. By doing one of those three things I have noticed that people don’t chat. Yay!
Arrived. Yay! So glad. Now tomorrow I relook at my lists and start doing some Christmas prep.
(Photo from the internet. I didn’t have one. )
I’ll Be Home with Bells On – Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers
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Months ago I booked my flights to go home for Christmas. I knew I’d only be in Gulf Shores for a week and a half before flying back but I hadn’t wanted Richard to drive down by himself.
So up this morning at 3:00 am and on the road to the airport in Pensacola, Florida for a 6:45 am flight. Richard’s a great guy. Up early with me and then driving both ways in the dark. I checked in yesterday online so this morning was a breeze. I did go to the counter as I was unsure if they needed to see anything. But nope. All good. I have a Nexus card but at security I didn’t see a special line for it. Thankfully there weren’t many going through security so that was quick. Of course I’m wearing my mask and hand sanitizing. I care about those back home and am trying to reduce the risk of bringing illness back with me. Around me what do I see? Grrrr. I counted eleven other people wearing masks in the airport. Really? Really? Unbelievable.
First leg: Pensacola to Houston, Texas. Made it in fine time. About 10 minutes early. My next flight doesn’t leave until 2:30pm (was only 8:30am when I arrived). Full flight. That’s what happens when you use travel points. You have to take what’s offered. Guess I shouldn’t complain as it was a very low cost to me. Looked for earlier flights but there were none. Not much to do but wait. And wait. And wait. And count masks. Saw fourteen. Oh my.
Second leg: Houston to Toronto, Ontario. Full flight. Thought we were leaving on time but sat in the plane for an hour due to bad weather delaying our departure. Plus side we left. Minus side two hours of turbulence. Plus side last twenty minutes into Toronto were smooth. Yay. Was worried as it was forecasting lightening and I wasn’t sure if that would delay or cancel my flight but it worked out well.
Third leg: Toronto to Charlottetown, PEI. The dreaded text message. Flight cancelled. I assumed that would happen as there’s a snow storm there. Rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Plus side I get a visit with my daughter and son in law. What a sweetie. Coming to get me at the airport and then driving me back tomorrow. So this is TBC until tomorrow.
I have no idea if this post even makes sense. I’m exhausted.
I’ll Be Home for Christmas – Pentatonix
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The decision to breakfast early at The Southern Grind Coffee House was successful. Only two other people there. But by the time we left it was half full.
This is a lovely coffeehouse/gift shop. Lots of nicely distanced tables (even a few outside). The food was delicious and very filling. Richard especially loved the oatmeal but wasn’t sold on their coffee.
Richard: oatmeal, sausage biscuit, and coffee Mine: breakfast bagel and orange juice
We purposely chose to go to The Wharf today as it was their Holly Days on Main Festival.
Minus #1: There weren’t many vendors and really nothing that interested me enough to stop and look. It only took us maybe 20-25 minutes to walk around and view their displays. The stroke of vertical awareness will come in March when we attend The Festival of Art in March. We’ve previously attended it and it has a lot more happening (at least it did three years ago).
Didn’t realize I also captured myself. Oops.
Minus #2: What was I was most anticipating? Having an ice cream cone from Kilwins.
But because they hadn’t opened by the time we were done I didn’t get one. (Insert pout here.)
Guess the store in the above pic was lucky. It didn’t have to worry about me entering with my ice cream. Lol
BUT I will be back there another time. My fav is their Chocolate Peanut Butter. They have some other very nice ones as well. To check them out click on this link https://www.kilwins.com/products/original-recipe-ice-cream Ahhh. Yes. I’ve been here a few times in past years.
How was your day? I hope you had lots of +s. Comment and tell me about them.
Accentuate the Positive – Dr. John
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