Lobster Lobster
Friday, February 14th, 2025These Valentine “stealers” were drawn by a certain four or five year old and digitized into a MacPlus computer via a very laborious process involving multiple musheens and applications. I used to have the process down pat but cannot remember it now in any way, shape, or form. It’s kind of amazing that I can actually still find the pic in my sprawling digital image archive.
We had a Valentine dinner of porterization at Dexter’s Pub tonight and I ordered the lobster ravioli off the “specials” menu. This was despite the fact that we had lobster pot pie last night, courtesy of Harry and David’s mail order service. So. Lobster lobster.
I “threw a tantrum” on the way out to Dexter. The GG was driving and he was trying to make a left turn out of our neighborhood on to busy Maple Road, an almost impossible task during anything resembling a rush hour or a football Saturday. The GG’s phone rang. Oh dear. Don’t answer your phone. For one thing, it’s illegal in our state to use a handheld device while driving. Oh, but it was “his” (our) daughter, so he answered it, still trying to gauge a break in traffic and ready to hit the gas. I was panicking telling him to put the phone down so as to concentrate on, y’know driving. I was loud but it wasn’t a tantrum. And yes, our vee-hickles support hands-free stuff but his phone was not connected. “His” (our) daughter would have been more than happy to wait a bit for him to return her call. Or he could’ve handed his phone to meeeee to explain the situation.
Anyway, we made it safely (and calmly). I am not really a fan of Valentine’s Day but it is an excuse to have a good time with family and/or friends and I am all for that. It was also Friday night and we traditionally (except during covid) go out to eat on Friday night. If ValDay falls on any other night, we’re more likely to eat in. Maybe grill some filet mignon or whatever.
Fortunately my nose was almost totally dry today so I felt pretty okay about going out to eat in a crowded restaurant without fear of infecting anyone with virus du jour.
Blah blah blah blah blah, g’night. KW