Now that I’m “retaarrred” I have put my foot down to have a once-a-week weekday lunch. Lunch sometimes also happens on the weekend but it’s usually something with a beach urchin. The plan for today was to take a drive in the country and wind up at The Sports Bar Westside, which used to be (I think) Banfield’s West.

The GG was acting a bit secretive this morning and stranger noises than usual were emanating from his lair (usually computer keys clicking and occasional siiiiggghhhs) but he finally approached me with a “plan of attack” or whatever. “We have some deliveries to make.” Okay, I knew what was going on. Do not open until Saturday, if you want a clue.

Our first stop was Little Cat Z’s house, where she (working from home today) caught us red-handed making the delivery. He was going to put it in her gas grill, but being a meticulously organized person, it wasn’t hanging around outside (like ours is). Probably carefully put away in the garage.

Second stop was mouse’s house. It was mouse/racc’s day off but both cars were there. The GG knocked but there was no answer. I suspected that they were ignoring the knocking. I mean, I’m sure not a whole bunch of people knock on their door out there in the country. So he put the delivery in the garage and we drove off and then… I had a mom moment! Will I ever stop having those? “I hope they’re okay in there.” We texted and everything was fine (of course) except for a cold virus.

BTW, we are not in the habit of “bombing” our kids at their homes without advance notice.

So, on to more back road driving and then the sports bar. A lot of TVs were on but we were GLUED to the bobsled/luge/skeleton events. We weren’t sure exactly which event we were watching. Did we care? No, we did not. We love every form of bobsled.

The GG: I wonder if they train in Michigan? KW: I wonder if they train in Jamaica? Cool Runnings was a family fave when the beach urchins were, well, urchins. We watched it multiple times both here at the Landfill and at the Moldy Old Hoton Lake Cabin. If I get it right, it was based on an actual Jamaican bobsled Olympic team.

A couple other movies we watched a lot were Free Willy and Anne of Green Gables. ALL of us, INCLUDING THE GG, knew all of the words to the Anne of Green Gables movies. Trivia: The only reason I can tolerate my name, Anne, is because The Commander claimed she named me after Anne of Green Gables (and not my eccentric great aunt).

My fave scene in Cool Runnings is when the Jamaican team gets off the airplane in Calgary. They walk out the door of the airport and immediately hustle back in. John Candy is standing outside dressed lightly (for Calgary) and smoking a cigar (I think).

Cool Runnings was a good John Candy movie, at least my family liked it. There are some other good ones. There are also some very bad ones. Do not even try to watch Canadian Bacon. But still, RIP John Candy.

Anyway, we had a great time at this sports bar and were served by a sparkly young waitress (I mean sparkly personality, not pasties, she was wearing a sweatshirt). She’s heading to a university in the yooperland next year and of course that got the GG going on the North Country Trail.

Cheers!

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