Continued from here…
We were to meet The Boyo’s mother, sister and niece at one of those all you can eat buffets at about 11 AM. The Boyo decided to get up early and go to The Re-store, a place for salvaged building materials and hardware. Completely forgetting that it was Sunday, and they wouldn’t be open early. He managed to drive all the way there on a flat tire without noticing it was flat, thereby ruining the tire. The man is lucky, I tell you. One of his friends had a tire the right size mounted on a wheel he was willing to sell cheap. But we still ended up being late for the meal.
I’m not really fond of buffets. They are a trap, and you’ll eat too much if you are not wary. It is, however, apparently the height of fine dining for this family. Daisy Fae, your mother would fit right in with this bunch. His Mom is a tiny thing, I have no idea where she put all that food. I love her dearly, but she is a chatty thing. Worse, she had brought her partner with her, and took him back to the nursing home mid-meal, commanding us to stay right there. So we did. And waited. Meanwhile, the line out the door was growing. After all, it was Mother’s Day. When she got back, I was finally able to persuade her to move the chatting to the mall atrium, where there were comfy chairs and less noise. At last. She lives in a tiny 5th-wheel trailer, and The Boyo’s sis and niece live in a tiny apartment, so the visiting had to take place elsewhere. There were gifts for his Mom and Sis, and I was even presented with a yellow rose made out of feathers, despite the fact that the only thing I’ve mothered is several dogs.
The plan for after lunch was that we would go to a state park nearby. There is a heron rookery there, and lots of wildlife. Unfortunately, we ran into friends and relatives of his at lunch, and had to go and visit them. We did go to one of the city parks on Lake Whatcom, but there weren’t even ducks there. I had hoped to get some shots of wildlife, but the closest we got to wildlife was a dead possom in the road. Meanwhile, Ms. Scarlett took another tumble at the park. Not good. All my efforts to persuade The Boyo to turn off the power and put it in push mode were of no avail. He would use the joystick, even though he knew how sensitive it was. By then it was time to head home.
We got home in good time, but Ms. Scarlett took another tumble at our
destination. I don’t think she will be riding in The Beast again unless there is proper rampage with lips on the side, and hardware to hook behind the bumper. We much prefer Amtrak, anyway.