Close to Nowhere

With maybe the pandemic nearly over, or at least the end in sight, what are you planning on doing? I seriously thought, when all this started, that within at best, a month, things would be back to normal. Now, I know that normal is not possible in this ole world. We take what we get and aim for the best.

But, now that things are evening out, I’m making big plans. My first big thing is to go to my oldest granddaughter Mere’s house in Coldwater and we’re going to make a day of it. We’re gonna take her two kids, who are the greatest, funniest, best--looking kids ever, and go eat Chinese at this little place close to her house and then we’re going to see some old man’s junk he sells out of his shed and then maybe go get ice cream at a shop she takes the kids to.

It may not sound exciting to you, but I’m thrilled.

The next thing I plan to do is equally exciting. I’m going to my youngest granddaughter’s house in Oxford and we’re going to eat at wherever she picks and then we’re going to Goodwill and then Tuesday Morning. Then, we’ll get frozen yogurt.

You’ll notice that all my plans include eating. I can’t wait to eat out again. There are several new restaurants in Holly Springs that I can’t wait to try. And there are several old favorites that I can’t wait to go back to.

I think I’m becoming obsessed with eating out because I am sick to death of my own cooking. Daughter Dana occasionally sends some of whatever she’s cooking over, but usually that’s more promise than anything. She doesn’t cook a lot, although she’s an excellent cook. She has this funny thing called work that interferes with her feeding me.

There are two out-of-town restaurants I want Remy’s husband (and one of my two favorite grandsons-in-law) to take me to. One is Loveless Cafe right outside Nashville, Tenn. Not only is it a fabulous restaurant, it also sells “stuff” — really useless hokey stuff, which I love, and also jars and mixes of their food and cooking implements. It’s the perfect place!

I also want to go to Lambert’s in Sikeston, Mo. I haven’t been there since my sister Jackie died. We used to go spend the weekend with her and always went to Lambert’s. When Remy was little, she’d cry when they threw rolls at us. Then one time, a roll hit Dana in the back of her head and Remy laughed until she was sick. Dana got mad, but got over it quickly as their rolls are fantastic. Remy has loved it ever since.

And now that I’m really hungry, I have to go think of something else to cook. Son Kris will eat anything I cook, but he will never suggest something. “I don’t know,” is his favorite answer when asked what do we want to eat.

Does “I don’t know” make y’all as mad as it does me?