We had a nice afternoon yesterday. After picking our girlie up from school, John and I were starving, so we went to the Olive Garden and ordered soup and salad. Miss Talks-a-lot just chattered and prattered about school, bugs, pirates, Veggietales and any other topic that came to her mind. Since she wasn’t hungry, she divulged even more information than usual, stopping only to gnaw on a breadstick or drink some water.
After the restaurant, we toddled off to our favorite park to feed the ducks. John and I happened upon this park recently, which is nice and quiet and not as many people swarming the trails. It has its own lake/pond, just the right size, which the ducks claim as their own and voice this possession quite loudly when you dare veer toward their shoreline. Of course, they’re full of forgiveness and proclaim a great “Welcome” when you come with breadsticks in hand, to share with all. And the all may include everything from Moe, the loudest white duck known to man, to Eeny, a little slip of a thing, and Meeny, the resident (docile) goose who stands nearly as tall as my 7 year old, not to mention some seagulls who also share the shoreline.
No sight of the Great Blue Heron, which I love to see flying across the lake. I envision him as looking down on the ripples, the cormorants, the fish and yes, those wacky, quacky, uncouth ducks, and proudly reigning over his domain, as if King. I call him Blue Yonder, for it seems as if he’s always in a restless search to fly into the blue yonder. A regal, stately bird is he, that’s for sure.
One-and-a-half Olive Garden breadsticks don’t last long, so it was off to home soon. But not before we made a side trip out to see the guys flying their model airplanes with engines so loud, you were positive a 747 was hiding behind a cloud. The guys were having a wonderful time. They created their own models, built simply with foamcore/foamboard, and engine, and transmitter. Very neat, we all were entranced, and eagerly scrambled over when the planes had landed, to gawk a little closer. The “pilots” were very nice and let us examine the aircraft more closely.
We skipped--well, the girlie and I did, while John strolled a manly stroll—back to the car. Time to go home and play with the bunny, craft a little, and work.
Over and out!
After the restaurant, we toddled off to our favorite park to feed the ducks. John and I happened upon this park recently, which is nice and quiet and not as many people swarming the trails. It has its own lake/pond, just the right size, which the ducks claim as their own and voice this possession quite loudly when you dare veer toward their shoreline. Of course, they’re full of forgiveness and proclaim a great “Welcome” when you come with breadsticks in hand, to share with all. And the all may include everything from Moe, the loudest white duck known to man, to Eeny, a little slip of a thing, and Meeny, the resident (docile) goose who stands nearly as tall as my 7 year old, not to mention some seagulls who also share the shoreline.
No sight of the Great Blue Heron, which I love to see flying across the lake. I envision him as looking down on the ripples, the cormorants, the fish and yes, those wacky, quacky, uncouth ducks, and proudly reigning over his domain, as if King. I call him Blue Yonder, for it seems as if he’s always in a restless search to fly into the blue yonder. A regal, stately bird is he, that’s for sure.
One-and-a-half Olive Garden breadsticks don’t last long, so it was off to home soon. But not before we made a side trip out to see the guys flying their model airplanes with engines so loud, you were positive a 747 was hiding behind a cloud. The guys were having a wonderful time. They created their own models, built simply with foamcore/foamboard, and engine, and transmitter. Very neat, we all were entranced, and eagerly scrambled over when the planes had landed, to gawk a little closer. The “pilots” were very nice and let us examine the aircraft more closely.
We skipped--well, the girlie and I did, while John strolled a manly stroll—back to the car. Time to go home and play with the bunny, craft a little, and work.
Over and out!
Olive Garden is awesome. David and I always order the salad and breadsticks and then cheesecake for dessert. :) Love their cheesecake. :)
ReplyDeleteSo James and I aren't the only ones who usually only do the soup and salad thing at Olive Garden! Hehehe, we rarely really want anything else on their menu...
ReplyDeleteSo, you're not officially on my list of blog feeds to read on a daily basis. It's so much easier to read everyone I want to without having to click through a million links in myspace. :)
Um, I mistyped...I meant "offically on", the not just slipped in there by accident.
ReplyDelete*sigh*
I think the baby is eating my brainmeats.