Each day seems awfully hard, and leaves me wrung out. And Cat keeps saying, "I know it's hard, and I'll try to avoid taxing you with anything extra" .... which lasts about 30 minutes each time, before she does anyway. I get that it's hard for her and she's not very well still, with the Meunieres disorientation coming and going, but ... geez, she's not actually working a job, can nap every afternoon. Eh, I'm just being bitter and unfair.
Last Sunday was a bit of a fiasco - Cat's birthday, and we went (after a late-ish breakfast) for a road trip to a park called Weeki Wachi (sp?), to watch underwater mermaids swim/dance. No really, google it. Well the drive up was pretty enough, along a toll express, but we stopped just before the park for lunch at Ruby Tuesday's and that was pretty bad: food substandard and not very warm, waitress totally checked out and oblivious.
THen we got to the park, to find it full (no parking even in overflow), and realised we should have gotten there 3 hours earlier. At Cats instigation we wisely gave up on the idea, then tried to find a different route home, hoping to drive by the sea.
Ha! Instead we stumbled onto route 19, which was basically 40 miles of endless stripmalls, fast food, and ... well pretty much any sort of product-sale you could think of, except for gin-joints :) Really horrible. She spotted a Baskin Robbins/Dunkin Donuts, and decided ice cream would cheer her, but we couldnt get any, the service was really horrendous (and the 2 donuts we got were stale as shit).
Still couldnt find a coast road, so we drove home on 19, through several torrential rainstorms (all heading for that Park, so aborting that turned out to be a doubly-good idea).
OH well, dinner at the Columbia was much much nicer - very upmarket & swank, without being TOO horrendously expensive (the Babe Ruth Steak was $39, the priciest entree ... which I ordered of course lol).
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