|My Back Yard|
Ole boy and I often eat our dinner in a restaurant. Last Friday night, we hit the Chinese buffet. (Obviously, I’m not low-carbing it lately…and my MayPop jeans are showing it! They may pop anytime!) I didn’t eat as much as I usually do, and the half-eaten egg roll and left over few pieces of shrimp went into a sandwich bag I happened to have for Mr. Gibbs and Roscoe. I should have realized something was up when the manager (owner?) came over to my table to ask, in his heavily accented English, if everything was OK, and if I needed a “to go” box. They had never done that before.
When we got up to pay, Ole Boy went to the register and I stood near the door, but I noticed that same manager-person gesturing my way. I walked over to see what was going on. Ole Boy was having a hard time understanding him, but I caught that he was going to charge extra for my meal. Neither of us could figure out what he was talking about (especially since I ate less that I normally do, and I was not the biggest person in the place!). I finally figured out it was because I’d put those few left-overs in my “doggie bag.” I pulled it out to show him it was just a few half eaten morsels. He then calmed down and didn’t charge extra. But I was really embarrassed...there's no telling what the other customer's were thinking about the commotion. Probably won’t go there again for a good long while…which will be a handy tool for staying low carb. Ole Boy and I have had a few giggles about it...I just hope no one thought I was trying to steal food.
Ole boy and I were discussing what to do for my upcoming birthday weekend. “After all,” he said, “how many times do you turn 50?” “That depends,” I said, “on how many times I lie about it.” (I think I might possibly lie about my age if it wasn't a sin.) I haven’t seriously lied about my age in a good many years…though having to say "I’m 50" might tempt me a little. Maybe I will just cast looks of great disdain to anyone who would dare to ask my age.
I am disappointed in my lack of snow. I often say that if the weather man calls for it, we don’t get it; if they say “no accumulation,” that’s when we get it. Case in point, the last few days: Monday night they said “little or nothing” and we got nearly two inches (certainly enough to close the schools and half the town). Last night and today they said 3 to 5 inches…we’ve barely got a wet dusting. I remember one instance when snow wasn’t even mentioned in the forecast. I was on my way to work and it was snowing the biggest flakes…so pretty! And it snowed a good five inches that day.
These are shots from other years, because
there not much to photograph around here today.