Chris and I did something last night that
we haven’t been able to do in quite some time.
We left the house together. Just
the two of us. And we went out to
eat. It was an actual date, I think. Not sure I remember what that would actually
consist of, but it was sure good to hang out with the gal I love and not have
one eye and one ear focused on what Mom is doing. Thanks so much to April and Cailyn for coming
over and sitting with Mom for that hour and a half or so.
We were going to try out the Bubba Gump
Shrimp Company on the Pleasure Pier. We
began to have doubts, though, by the time we crossed 61st
Street. Beach traffic was pretty heavy,
and there were even quite a few brave polar bear type souls actually in the
water. Sure enough, the closer we got to
25th Street where the restaurant is located, the more crowded it
got. We finally bailed out and went back
to what has been one of our go-to special event places, Casey’s. That’s a seafood restaurant that is right
next door to the famous Gaido’s restaurant.
Funny thing is, the two places use the same kitchen, but Gaido’s is
considerable more expensive. You really
pay for the ambiance there. So we went
into Casey’s, expecting some pretty good stuff.
As we walked toward the door from the car Chris took my hand. I looked down at it and said, “Hey, what’s
this thing touching my fingers?” It
really has been a while. Sigh.
We ordered their fried seafood special, and
we split it. That’s one thing we have
learned over the years we have been together.
No sense begin gluttons at places like this. There is plenty of food on one plate for both
of us, and paying for one plate at a place like this usually equals out to two
at our favorite “locals” place, Shrimp and Stuff. Sure enough, there was plenty to split. Three or four fried shrimp, one stuffed
shrimp, one crab cake and one pretty large catfish fillet from
Mississippi. Could have done without the
catfish and replaced it with a speckled trout as far as I was concerned, but
for catfish, I guess it was passable.
That’s why they put a slice of lemon on your plate. Takes away from the “fishy” taste. Oh, and of course the ketchup helps with that
as well. None of that fancy schmancy
cocktail sauce for me. Just bring out
the Hunt’s ketchup. OK, so Heinz does OK
in a pinch if that’s all they have. But
at least they now have Thousand Island dressing for my salad. That used to be a sticking point for me
there. Everything was pretty good,
except for the crab cake. Chris was
convinced they left something out. I
think she just needed to dunk it in some ketchup.
The rest of our date we spent walking
around Home Depot. We found some stain
to use on the dining table chairs we stripped after Hurricane Ike. Maybe they’ll come closer to matching the
others. Naked yellow pine doesn’t really
go well with dark walnut-looking stain.
We’ll see soon how close we got to matching.
We headed on home after getting the
stain. No movies playing that grasped
our attention. Just dinner and a stroll
around our favorite home improvement store.
Sounds pretty sad, doesn’t it?
Guess you just don’t need quite as much hype to appreciate each other
after you’ve been married for … wait, let me figure it up … 2013 minus 1975 … I’ll
get there … almost 38 years.
Psalms 68:3 says, “But may the righteous be glad and rejoice before God; may they be happy
and joyful.”
Father, I sure am glad you gave me just
right person to spend my life with.
Thanks for that. Amen.
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