We could have spent the day doing yard work. The backyard is a mess with fallen branches, old leaves, the detritus of winter. The lawn needs mowed after last week’s rains. The porch and patio need power washed and the patio furniture cleaned. The chairs for the front porch need to come out of the garage. The gate to the fence needs repair .
Of course we decided on a road trip!
It wasn’t far, just to the outlet mall south of Indy. On the way we stopped at a diner. I had breakfast even though it was lunch. The “meal” I chose was far too much food — Biscuits (4) and gravy, eggs over easy (3), home fries (fresh made, not frozen), and bacon. I refrained from breaking open my eggs over the gravy for my wife’s sake who is grossed out by runny eggs anyway. I couldn’t finish all of the biscuits, but I did eat most of the gravy. It beat the heck out of anything Cracker Barrel puts on a plate. The wife had chicken salad on a croissant. Good for her. I win, I had bacon and sausage.
I made a lap around the mall, ducking into just two stores, purchasing nothing. She made a day of it. I sat in the car listening to an audio book and watching and smirking at people wandering the lot trying to remember where they parked.
We grabbed a late burger to bookend our late lunch and motored home. I plopped on the couch next to the wife and we binged the last three episodes of 1923.
I could spend today doing yard work…
