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Danny woke up feeling great this morning. Only slight pain. He is ready to venture out of the house, but not good enough to go to the beach yet. We left 7:00 in the morning to go to one of our favorite breakfast spots in Terre Hill. Danny uncovered his car ( we have to keep it covered because the damn cat insists on sleeping on the roof and getting it full of cat hair and paw prints). Danny puts down the top, throws the cooler in the back seat and away we go! We play a dangerous pretend game of chicken as we fly through the gorgeous Amish farmland.
Terre Hill Grill is a cute little country restaurant, that has extremely fat waitresses, an all farmer men clientele , cheap prices and yummy delicious food. There’s a sign on the wall that says ” Eat till you fill out the wrinkles”
There are only two old men there when we arrive. One at the counter and one reading a paper. We sit at the booth next to him. That was a mistake, because everything he read he wanted to get into a politician debate about with me. ( the curse of a friendly face, no one does that stuff to Danny). I hate political debates, I only like pleasant conversation.
The 350 pound waitress shuffles up to take our order. She has a “Dutchie” accent.
” Eggs over hard, dry rye and ham, Danny orders. ( this only costs $3.00)
” One pancake, scrambled eggs with onions on top, rye with butter and coffee, I say. See why I,m fatter than Danny. Simple math- I eat more.
A tiny bent-over man walks in holding a newspaper clipping. He laughs as he makes his way to the counter.
“Good morning, Roger, “sings out the hefty waitress. Roger laughs a beautiful infectious laugh. Danny and I smile at each other. Roger sits next to the guy sitting at the counter and sticks his face real close to the man who seems engrossed in his coffee cup contents.
“Hey, did you read what I wrote in the paper?”, yells Roger only half an inch from the guy’s ear. Roger laughs out loud again. I can’t help it. I laugh too. The coffee cup reader man ignors Roger. Roger doesn’t seem to notice or care. He shoves the article into the man’s hand. The man never turns away from his fascinating cup of Joe.
” I wright something everyday for the paper.” Says Roger.
No response.
I wish I could read his article.
” I want to get old and laugh all day.” says Danny. This makes me sad.
Next we go to our Amish butcher on Tobacca road. Farmers bring livestock and shot things like deer( bad wives) and stuff like that here to get butchered. The surplus is sold to heathens like us. Their meat tastes better than meat from the supermarket. Tastier, cheaper. Notice a theme here? We like cheap and good. We buy 10 pounds of ground beef, t bone steaks, eggs, cheese.,ham and frozen seasoned patties. A quick stop over at Shady Maple for some Shoofly pie Danny has been craving and then a long stop over at B&B’s a discount( here it is again- cheap and good food that’s dented or discontinued). Finially we head home, but first Danny pulls into Sonic ( by now it’s lunchtime) he suddenly has another craving. He wants a hot dog. Strange! In case you don,t know us, we have eaten ” healthy” for about 30 years. We never eat hot dogs or go to fast food places.
After eating Danny says, ” I guess I just wanted to relive a part of my childhood.”
” Was your family the ones who cut hotdogs length- wise and laid them flat to grill them?” I ask.
” No , we cut slashes and then broiled them. They would puff all up.” He replies.
“Well, why didn’t you say you wanted hot dogs, I could’ve bought some Amish ones.”
” I only wanted one.”
Last night he wanted meatloaf. His mother always told me that meatloaf was Danny’s favorite meal.
Mickey Mouse clock
Oh, talking about his mother! A very strange thing happened yesterday. Danny’s mother had given me a Mickey Mouse clock about 20 years ago. It played Disney songs on the hour. It had stopped working years ago so I put it high up on a shelf and forgot it.
I was making Danny’s lunch, when I heard ” It’s a small world” playing on the radio. I didn’t think anything of it until it kept playing over and over. I went to my studio to see what was wrong with the radio. Here it was the old clock, playing one of Gran’s favorite songs. I climbed up on a stool and pulled it out of the dust. Goosebumps rippled down my arms! I couldn’t shut it off. The clock arms still weren’t moving but the music kept playing. I pulled out one of the batteries and it still kept playing. It finially stopped when I pulled out the rest of the batteries. weird? Has Gran come to look after her baby boy? The Grandkids have been saying there is a ghost walking up and down the hallway at night and opening their doors. Ana ( the 15 year old) even recorded it one night. Well now we know who the ghost is-Gran!
Around 2:00, my best friend Sandy came over to paint with me. She hugged and kissed Danny .
“You feel warm, she said.
I ran and got the the actor right away.
100.3 DEGEES!!!!!!
Oh no! The doctor said if his temp went up to 100.5 , I would have to rush him to the emergency room! Something about the low white blood cell count and also the common problem of stents becoming infected. I told him to jump in the pool and that brought it down to 100. It kept going up and down the rest of the evening. We had thought about going to t he beach tomorrow but not if that temp stays up! Oh, dear. Just when things are going so well.
Weight: 200
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