Another Saturday and we have a day together. Well, except for Katie, she went to an all-day retreat this morning.
Today, it was Rachel and Michael that were going to decide where we would go for lunch. To my surprise, Rachel said she wanted to go to Augusta. Michael agreed that would work for him, too. So, off we headed down the AA Highway and Route 8.
We left Route 8 at our usual turn and drove by the lake and under the railroad trestle. Around the corner we drove on the one lane road right through the middle of a huge corn field. The stalks were tall and quite brown this time of year, especially with so little rain.
Then, we were on Riverfront Drive in Augusta, one of my favorite places to go. Down the road we drove past the beautiful historic older homes and then finally to the red caboose. We parked in front of the General Store. The General Store is a gift shop with “country” types of gifts, along with about 8 tables for dining. I really like the home cooked food at the General Store.
The General Store was not crowded at all. The only people there were sitting at two tables, so we had our choice of where to sit. Of course, Michael and Rachel wanted to sit by the window where the large set of checkers were calling their names. They seemed to be enjoying themselves while contemplating each move... Well, until “Josh” came over to them.
Josh was a cute little cherub of a boy. When he smiled his cheeks caused his eyes to close. He asked if he could play. “Sure”, Michael said. He helped the little boy up onto the chair and Rachel graciously asked him if he would like to make a move…
Next thing we know, little Josh was moving alright, he began flinging the checkers on the floor and across the room. So, I look around the room and shoot a look at his parents. Umm… they were not catching on. After several minutes of Rachel picking up the strewn checkers, Rachel came over to the table where Michael and I were now sitting. Josh, still unsupervised, was now moving the sales merchandise around the room to his liking.
Ah, at last, our order was ready and we were starving. As we sat at the table, ready to take our first bite, Josh came over to me and stood about six inches from my face. Splat!!! He spit in my face!!! I couldn’t believe it. I spoke very loudly as I expressed my disgust for this action. Josh laughed. The parents continued to leisurely eat their meal while their little menace ruined our lunch...
Although lunch did not go well, I did enjoy the time we spent afterwards. After buying a couple waffle cones for Michael and Rachel we walked along the river. We walked to the Rosemary Clooney house where the street was closed for some type of dinner gathering. We counted over 40 round tables of eight displayed on the street with nice linens and goblets. Rachel guessed that they were prepared for a wedding reception later that evening…
We walked down to the river and sat on the bench while the ice cream melted more quickly than they could eat it. The water looked beautiful today. The ripples looked like diamonds on the water. How peaceful it felt to watch the water (especially away from Josh) flowing south along the backdrop of the green trees on the Ohio bank.
Finally, it was time to head back home. We got in the van and headed north on Route 8.
I started thinking about how children are raised. Little Josh, started out as such a cute little angel. I guess he was just being a little boy without limits. And, he apparently had not been told that spitting was not such a good idea. Yet, without boundaries this little angel quickly became a big devil.
So, I looked in the rear view mirror and told the kids that the reason I say “no” so much, “It is so you don’t act like Josh!”
I think they may have an idea what I mean this time.
Today, it was Rachel and Michael that were going to decide where we would go for lunch. To my surprise, Rachel said she wanted to go to Augusta. Michael agreed that would work for him, too. So, off we headed down the AA Highway and Route 8.
We left Route 8 at our usual turn and drove by the lake and under the railroad trestle. Around the corner we drove on the one lane road right through the middle of a huge corn field. The stalks were tall and quite brown this time of year, especially with so little rain.
Then, we were on Riverfront Drive in Augusta, one of my favorite places to go. Down the road we drove past the beautiful historic older homes and then finally to the red caboose. We parked in front of the General Store. The General Store is a gift shop with “country” types of gifts, along with about 8 tables for dining. I really like the home cooked food at the General Store.
The General Store was not crowded at all. The only people there were sitting at two tables, so we had our choice of where to sit. Of course, Michael and Rachel wanted to sit by the window where the large set of checkers were calling their names. They seemed to be enjoying themselves while contemplating each move... Well, until “Josh” came over to them.
Josh was a cute little cherub of a boy. When he smiled his cheeks caused his eyes to close. He asked if he could play. “Sure”, Michael said. He helped the little boy up onto the chair and Rachel graciously asked him if he would like to make a move…
Next thing we know, little Josh was moving alright, he began flinging the checkers on the floor and across the room. So, I look around the room and shoot a look at his parents. Umm… they were not catching on. After several minutes of Rachel picking up the strewn checkers, Rachel came over to the table where Michael and I were now sitting. Josh, still unsupervised, was now moving the sales merchandise around the room to his liking.
Ah, at last, our order was ready and we were starving. As we sat at the table, ready to take our first bite, Josh came over to me and stood about six inches from my face. Splat!!! He spit in my face!!! I couldn’t believe it. I spoke very loudly as I expressed my disgust for this action. Josh laughed. The parents continued to leisurely eat their meal while their little menace ruined our lunch...
Although lunch did not go well, I did enjoy the time we spent afterwards. After buying a couple waffle cones for Michael and Rachel we walked along the river. We walked to the Rosemary Clooney house where the street was closed for some type of dinner gathering. We counted over 40 round tables of eight displayed on the street with nice linens and goblets. Rachel guessed that they were prepared for a wedding reception later that evening…
We walked down to the river and sat on the bench while the ice cream melted more quickly than they could eat it. The water looked beautiful today. The ripples looked like diamonds on the water. How peaceful it felt to watch the water (especially away from Josh) flowing south along the backdrop of the green trees on the Ohio bank.
Finally, it was time to head back home. We got in the van and headed north on Route 8.
I started thinking about how children are raised. Little Josh, started out as such a cute little angel. I guess he was just being a little boy without limits. And, he apparently had not been told that spitting was not such a good idea. Yet, without boundaries this little angel quickly became a big devil.
So, I looked in the rear view mirror and told the kids that the reason I say “no” so much, “It is so you don’t act like Josh!”
I think they may have an idea what I mean this time.
you should write about Grandma's 80th birthday party next...
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