I really shouldn’t be allowed to leave the house without adult supervision. It never ends well when I do.
As I wrote in yesterday’s blog, I was meeting my friend author Stephen Arseneault for lunch yesterday. We had agreed to meet at Dustin’s Bar-B-Q, which is only a mile or two from the campground. I managed to miss the turnoff into their parking lot and had to go past it and take the next entrance into the same shopping center they are in, and I parked and went inside.
Stephen wasn’t there yet so I took a table by the door so I could see him when he came and told the waitress I was meeting someone. I had gotten there right at noon, but since he had about a 50 mile drive I didn’t expect him to arrive on the dot. So I waited five minutes or so, the waitress came and took my order for an unsweet iced tea, and I waited a little longer. Then I heard the folks at the next table placing their order, and the gentleman asked if it was too late to get a Grand Slam breakfast. The waitress told him no, they serve breakfast all day.
Hmmm… something didn’t sound right? A barbecue place that serves breakfast all day? A Grand Slam breakfast? That’s when I looked at the menu sitting on the table and realized I was at Denny’s, next door to the barbecue place where I was supposed to be! My iced tea still hadn’t arrived, so I beat feet for the door, telling the waitress on the way out that I had a change of plans. I went across the parking lot to Dustin’s and there was Stephen, waiting patiently for me.
We had a nice lunch and talked for about three and half hours about writing and book promotion, and life in general. Stephen is very prolific science fiction author and his output is amazing. I wish I could write at his pace and turn out the kind of quality books he does!
The weatherman had been forecasting rain, but it seems like here in Florida they call for rain every day this time a year and so far we hadn’t received any. All that changed yesterday. It was just starting to sprinkle when Stephen and I left the restaurant, and by the time I got home it was coming down hard. It rained the rest of the afternoon and all night, knocking out our satellite TV signal and drenching the roads here in the campground.
And according to the weather reports we’re going to get more of it every day this week. I’m glad we don’t have to be anywhere because if that’s the case, I think we will be spending a lot of time here at home. But that’s okay. I’ve got a lot of writing to do and Miss Terry’s latest weaving project is coming along nicely. It doesn’t take much to keep us happy.
Thought For The Day – I hate it when you offer someone a sincere compliment on their mustache and suddenly she’s not your friend anymore