Nelson
So far today, it's been a pretty good day for just kind of catching up on stuff. Dawn got a chance to talk to both of the girls on the phone, I worked a little on planning the next leg of our trip, as we've got a couple of free weeks between Mesa and San Diego, beginning on April 2.
This afternoon, we're going to try and find this Wine and Jazz Festival in Chandler. Problem is, when Dawn found it a month or so ago, it looked like it was pretty clearly going to happen. Now there's misleading information on the web, so we're unsure if it's really happening or not. Either way, I think we'll go explore a little and see if it's there or not. If not, I'm sure we'll come up with something else that's fun to do.
Our last week in Mesa starts tomorrow already. We can't believe how quickly March has gone by. But when you think about it, we worked long days all through the first week of the month at the World Baseball Classic, then we took five days to do a few things and get ourselves caught back up with life again, and before we knew it, we were on our way to San Diego for the championship round of the Classic. That kept us busy for six days (travel included), and one day later our friends Mick and Ligaya were in town. We've had a lot of fun with them the last couple of days . . . antique shopping in Historic Downtown Glendale, drinks and appetizers in Old Town Scottsdale, and a Mariners spring training game over two days.
Last night, I spoiled my beautiful wife and treated her to a fancy dinner at the Waffle House. It was interesting and fun at the same time. If you've never been to Arizona or the south, you probably don't know about the Waffle House. It's pretty much a short-order restaurant with a, shall we say, reputation as being great if you're 1) out late partying and want food, 2) a trucker with long hours and just need a quick, just-off-the-freeway place to eat, or 3) fallen on hard times. We weren't really any of the above, but eating at the Waffle House was one of the things we wanted to do in Arizona that we hadn't yet done. The food was good, but nothing special. And it was exactly as I'd remembered it being in Atlanta. But we had fun people-watching. The final bill, for both of us? A whopping 12 bucks. I know, I know . . . I'm a big spender. lol
Other things on our "to-do" list before leaving Arizona include the Rawhide experience in Chandler. Looks like we'll do that with Lauri, Ron, Dri and Bella tomorrow. Should be loads of fun, there's lots to do in a place that looks like a true "Western experience". Everything from a petting zoo and mechanical bull riding to a recreated shootout and steakhouse. On Monday, we're going to go to lunch with Mick and Ligaya before they head home to the rain. We'll probably go to a little sports bar next to Mesa Spirit that we had lunch in when we first moved to Mesa in January, and haven't been back to since. We also will eat at the Cracker Barrel (another so-called national chain that hasn't yet made it to California, Oregon or Washington). For those familiar with Cousins (in The Dalles, Ore.), or the Country Cousin (in Centralia, Wash.), that's a similar type place to the Cracker Barrel. We might try to go to a Chicago Cubs spring training game this week, but the team leaves town on Thursday to head home for the regular season. The Cubs and Mariners are the top-two draws in the Cactus League (Arizona's spring training teams), and the Cubs are right here in Mesa vs. 50 minutes across town in Peoria (where the Mariners are).
Sorry to say we won't be eating at home much the next few days, but we're trying to make sure we get to the places we've been wanting to get to.
posted by Dawn & Nelson @ 1:21 PM
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Ahh--Y'all are back from the dead. Hooray!! Hope Dawn doesn't have to do too many of those 10:30 mornings and miss her Judging Amy. Must be tough! I thought all'n us women folk had to get up at 6 a.m. to fix our men folk their grits. I know I have to--including the grits. That boy should've been a Southerner.
Yes, be sure to try out all of those Southern specialty food joints. I'll bet a good case of the scoots in a motor home would really be a gas--no pun intended. We hit the Cracker Barrel when we are in the South, but stay away from the Waffle House. Rick has eaten there, but I am adverse to sharing small spaces with smelly truckers. Go figure. Most of the ones we have seen have been about the size of our garden shed. Just too "touchy feely" for me.
Rick has been flying back and forth to Sacramento, and I have been home babysitting and preparing for the E&O--oh joy!! Just can't wait to tear up the town in Spokane. The last two years we have either been there for a short visit or not at all. This year we have to stay for the whole shebang--Wahoo! Sell those Marathon Water heaters. Lifetime Warranty.
It is raining--of course--but our lawn is lush and beautiful. Of course, it has rained so much that our roof is leaking and there is not a roofer within four counties that is not booked for most of the summer. But, our lawn is lush and beautiful and I am growing to like the drip, drip, sound of water into the wallpapering tub on the window sill, and the lovely brown rings on the ceiling. Once the weather turns warm and dry we will have to contend with the constant trapping and disposal of squirrels from the attic. Before the Animal Rights Activists begin calling me, let me clarify that we do not kill them, we simply relocate them. So, it is a constant shifting of irritations and inconveniences. That is what keeps our lives interesting.
Do they have mooing cows at the cracker barrel. or is that just earls stomach when we stop there at cousins
Hey Brian!
We made it to Cracker Barrel last night, and nope...no mooing cows at the door. ;)
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