Wednesday, December 3, 2014


Last night I had the strangest dream. 

I was in JC Penny, but it wasn't a store. It was a gym. I paid $1500 to work out there for the day. 

I went to a lat pull machine and when I started using it, it fell apart. 

Then 2 managers came over, both blonde and fat, both with a whole cherry pie in right hand and cigarette in left. They told me I had to leave. They alternated between taking a bite of the pie, followed by a drag on the cigarette. Each time they took a bite of pie, large wet chunks would fall to the floor. 

I protested, saying "But I paid $1500 to work out and the machine just fell apart."

They escorted me to the door, all the while eating and smoking.

Monday, September 15, 2014

It's Closed

I know that I shouldn't get emotional about a restaurant closing, but today I feel really sad and a little hurt. A place where we've been going for breakfast, almost every morning for the last 16 years shuttered its doors for good.

Early this morning, we went and the staff was pulling equipment out of the building and putting it on a truck. I feel like I was lied to.

The manager could have come to us yesterday & said “don’t tell anyone, but we’re closing.”  That would have been simple and we wouldn't have said anything.

But instead, he was promoting a new addition to the menu, a menu that he’ll never implement, that will come out on Wednesday.

I have to admit that it will affect Hubby much more than me. I leave for work while he sits there for another hour talking to friends. He’s heartbroken; was in tears this morning. He was wondering where all his friends will end up going. He’d like to join them.

I know. Times change and life will go on. We’ll find a new place. But for now, we’re sad.

Monday, September 1, 2014


Hubby and I went out for lunch.

Nice restaurant: Nantucket Grill. A little pricey for small portions, but the food is good and going there meant I’d finally get a piece of cake that I should have received two weeks ago for my birthday. I was really looking forward to the meal.

It was lunch, so we didn't have a great deal of time for our outing, but this being a fine dining establishment, we were prepared for a bit of a wait.

And wait we did! We were shown to a table; given menus; (a double sided card that was much smaller than the night menu). And the waiter left for us to select our choices.

We decided on soup appetizer; I wanted to eat light to save room for dessert, so I picked a salad and Hubby picked a fried entree.

And we waited. I drank my Diet Coke.

And we waited. I suggested that we leave for another restaurant. Hubby said he was willing, but I was holding out for cake. I suggested we give the waiter another couple of minutes.

And we waited some more. I drained my glass dry.

We waited so long we no longer had time for the appetizer.

We had to stop the waiter, Patrick, after he made the third pass by our table and beg him to take our order. He apologized by saying “I’m sorry; I forgot about you.”

That wasn't what I wanted to hear; nice to know that I’m so forgettable. But I tried to be restrained since there was the ever hoped for cake at the end of this meal.

Let me insert that this restaurant wasn't busy. In the section where we were seated, there was a couple about fifteen feet from us that was also waiting patiently for their food, but they had placed their order.  There were 3 tables near the back of the restaurant that were getting attention. (They had a different waiter.) When I went to wash my hands, I passed one more table that had six people at it being served by the bartender. To my count, the entire restaurant had six tables occupied with a total of about 20 customers. Not busy!

But with this volume of customers, our waiter forgot to take our order!

Food arrived surprising fast considering the wait up to that point. I had a lovely cold salad that was mainly romaine stems. There was supposed to be grilled chicken which I found small quantities of buried in the stems. My bowl of stems was $15 or so, but I was trying to eat light anyway. Hubby’s portion of shrimp looked good. 

I looked around the table asking, “Where’s the bread? There’s always a basket of bread here.”

“The waiter must have forgotten it,” came the reply. I looked around for the waiter; nowhere in sight.  

He didn't come back to the table until after the meal asking “you didn't want dessert did you?”

“Yes, I was thinking about the peanut butter chocolate cake. Is that good?”

“I've never had it, but we sell a lot.”

I was expecting him to say it was god’s gift to the world but that’s not what Patrick said. Now in my humble opinion, there shouldn't be a single item on a menu that the wait staff hasn't had at least of bite of. The only excuse is possibly some sort of food allergy, but in that case, I don’t think they should work in that restaurant.

“Then that’s what I’d like. Peanut butter chocolate cake”

Hubby asked, “We never got our bread. Did you stop serving it?”

“We only serve bread with the pasta. It’s very good.”

“We know. We've always had it in the past.”

Five minutes or so, I got my slice of carrot cake. “Excuse me. Is that carrot cake? I ordered peanut butter chocolate.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you ordered carrot.”


Another five minutes and my correct order arrived. It was good, but not worth the ordeal to that point.

The check arrived: $7.95. Before I could say it was incorrect, the waiter was gone. Hubby suggested that maybe due to the wait, incorrect order and generally poor service, they had comped the meal. But I reminded him that we hadn't complained to anyone about the poor service, incorrect order or anything else.

He looked at the check and said, “I’d pay it & leave. This was a miserable experience.”

I told him I couldn't in good conscience do that. I continued to look for the waiter. 

I didn't see the waiter, but did see who I thought might be the manager. I flagged him down. I was waving my hand like a child needing to catch the teacher’s eye to beg to go to the restroom. He almost walked by me when I yelled, “Sir!”

“I’m sorry. I didn't see you.”

Damn! What a day for those invisibility pills to start working!

I explained that my check was wrong. There should have been 2 meals, drinks and a dessert on there: about $40. He thanked me for being honest and proceeded to adjust the bill.

Hubby suggested a 10% tip, but I left 20%.

But I vented my frustrations here.

Thank you for reading.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Wish

I spent a lot of time in the yard this afternoon pulling weeds from flower beds, trimming shrubs, removing shrubs that weren't looking good and planting new ones.

I would have loved to take Jack, our mobility challenged bunny, to the yard to play in the grass, but I couldn't get my work done & care for him too.

I suggested to my Hubby that he take Jack out, but there was a football game on that took priority. Sad really. It's the children who suffer.

I hope that I can take Jack out tomorrow. He'd love it so.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

A Rant

That above news article says North Carolina will use tax money to drill test wells for fracking.

It occurs to me that any benefits from said wells, the minerals or gas extracted, and any other gains from said enterprise should be the property of the citizens of North Carolina.

But I suspect that won’t be the case.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

The Vacuum Cleaner Monster

"What's that?" I thought to myself seeing a spot of green coming from the cord of the Shop Vac.  

I keep a Shop Vac, wrapped in plastic, on the deck to help me clean up little accidents from the bunnies when they go out for exercise. 

The bunnies love their exercise time, but they don't like the noise of the vacuum cleaner.

I picked up the cord. Somehow the bunnies orchestrated an attack on the vacuum, chewing almost through the cord. I saw exposed copper wire and three distinct wires that normally should be hidden by a tough outer cover.  

I got out the electrical tape and started working to repair the cord only to see another section chewed almost through. 

The bunnies were thorough in their attempt to disable the vacuum cleaner monster that they cower from when it's running. Such brave bunnies. 

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Lady Rabbit

Of our three bunnies, Lady is the most reserved. 

She loves to be rubbed but wants me to earn the privilege before she fully submits to my touch. 

There is a game with her every night. First, I have to bribe her with a treat such as a strawberry or some craisins. Second, I rub her head but she pushes my hand away in mock protest. If I back away, she jumps in my lap as if asking, "what's wrong?"

Next, she squats down for a head rub, pushing her head into my hand with such force, I'm afraid she will hurt herself. Finally, after a few minutes of rubbing, she does a big flop on her side, closes her eyes, and exposes her neck and jaw for a good massage. This time is complete with bunny purrs, those the teeth grinding sounds of pleasure that very happy bunnies make. 

It's a game with her. It's every night; the same routine. 

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Mother's Day

Getting lots of Mother's Day email.

Apple says Mom wants an iPad; AT&T says she wants a phone; and Just Flowers says she wants a bouquet of roses.

Well as a poor bunny, all I can give is a hug, but I think that's the best gift of all. 

Friday, May 9, 2014

One Year

One year ago today we lost our Buddy Rabbit. 

I never thought I'd be the guy that remembers the passing of a pet. I thought I was tougher than that. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's that I'm getting closer to the time when I'll have to face my own mortality. Maybe I'm just losing what little sanity I had. 

I haven't thrown out his toys or his bed that he used upstairs while I worked on the computer. I have Buddy's pictures on my computer as the screen saver.  I've never had the heart to change it. 

I added the new bunnies' pictures to the slide show, but I still get choked up when Buddy appears on screen. I must admit that I still miss him so badly. 

Hubby is confused on the date. I didn't have the energy to convince him that he mixed up Linc's birthday with Buddy's death day, but I'm more of a stickler for dates. 

So today marks a year without him, but he's in my heart every day. 

Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Cathedral

I opened the doors to the cathedral and stepped into the sanctuary.

I looked up at the grand scale of the space. The ceiling looked like it was 30 feet above my head.

This wasn’t a space for man. “It’s designed to make a man feel insignificant,” I thought.

With that, I turned and walked back outside.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Linc & Stuffed Toy

As a bunny daddy, I know I'm not supposed to have favorites.

We have three bunnies that are all loving and beautiful in their own right.

Having said that, Linc is my boy. He is super affectionate, minds me most of the time (with the possible exception of a final run through the house before bed.)

He has a little stuffed dog that he carries with him, tosses around and snuggles when he sleeps.

Linc reminds me so much of our last rabbit, Buddy, who also loved his stuffed toys.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

I Voted

Today is primary day here in NC.

One of our candidates for Senate is 30 & only has a GED. His platform is: He’s old enough to run and he wants to clean up Washington.

I voted against him.

He’s young enough to be optimistic; old enough to know right & wrong. But I can’t vote for him. It would be like sending a lamb to negotiate with wolves.