A Day of Almosts

No resolution
to some events in our lives
- will always be so!

~ carliewired

I spent the morning at the church with my Roadrunners group. It's a great opportunity for me to cut fabric. I can use the counters there so I'm not bending over a table hurting my back. I almost got all my fat quarters cut into 5 inch squares. I have enough to get started making some easy disappearing 9 patch blocks for a donation quilt or two.

We needed a trip into town at lunch so D wanted to try out the restaurant that was under renovations just as we left in the spring. We were seated quickly and introduced to a computer gadget at the table by the hostess. With it, one can order, re-order, pay for the meal and even play video games. The waitress took our order, brought us two big lemonades and we waited.....and waited....and waited.....The waitress came back and refilled our drinks.....we waited and waited.....People around us came and went. Meals were served to others that had arrived after us.....D said "We're leaving." We went to the reception area to pay for our drinks. The ladies there called for the manager who appeared to hear our complaint. He apologized and we were gone. I almost had a great Tex-Mex lunch. I want the old restaurant back.

We moved on to the roadhouse in the mall. My first visit there was a bit of a shock as they served peanuts by the pail full at every table. I had arrived to see peanut shells all over the floor. We crunched over them to get to our table. The roadhouse has been all revamped. No shells on the floor. Two buckets are now supplied on each table. One is filled with peanuts, the other is for the shells. Lunch arrived quickly and I was grateful. I almost missed this restaurant as my memories of it weren't the best. Nice to see it improved.

On our way home we encountered a big snaggle in traffic in the intersection to a ramp onto the interstate. One lettuce truck almost made it through before his load disintegrated. We arrived there to see him cleaning up while the police tried to move traffic along. Lettuce is packed into cardboard boxes and stacked on a flatbed trailer. Oddly enough, this is all too common a scene. Lettuce trucks just seem to self-destruct all too often. We encounter them at various locations. I can't understand why they can't secure their loads properly. Just this morning on our way into town there were a number of lettuces wrapped in plastic scattered along the interstate. They looked like green bowling balls along the guard rail.