The Line

I had recently mentioned my 3 kids drawing a line on the back seat of the car when traveling.  For sure it was an imaginary line that was not to be crossed.  Of course there was always "the crossing" to hear the others tattle, whine and make sure mom or dad stepped in to settle the dispute.  It never worked and it continued until they got tired of that game.  Yesterday the husband and I headed to Corning for a little shopping and dinner out.  I drive up, he drives back.  By the time we were a half hour into the trip I saw his hand cross the line!  You see the new vehicle has dual heat controls, one for the driver, one for the passenger.  He actually reached over and turned mine down!!!  I took my finger like three little kids did so long ago and drew an imaginary line down the center of the dash.  This is the line, my side, your side and never to be crossed.  Well, he thought I was too warm.  No, no I'm not, I'm just right.  Like the story of the 3 bears.  I am just right.  It will be interesting to see if he crosses the line again.  In fact I already have plans to cross the line and see his reaction.  It is that much fun living together and testing each others trigger point. 

It was a good day shopping.  Actually we were quite surprised at the lack of shoppers and traffic.  Within 4 hours of arrival we were headed home.  No lines, hurried shoppers and the Olive Garden was just as pleasant.  The guy that hates lines and waiting said on the way across the parking lot, "there is probably a waiting line."  My prediction, no problem finding a parking spot, good sign there will not be a line.  If there had been, we would have not stayed.  He gets that upset waiting in line.  All was good, he had a Samuel Adams winter brew, shrimp and ravioli stuffed with ricotta and spinach.  My choice was eggplant parmesan.  The Olive Garden salad as usual was cold and crisp with just the right amount of dressing.  The best part of the day, a cup of Jamaican Me Crazy from the Terra Cotta in Alfred, NY.  I love that little town, so cozy welcoming.

Such a picky eater but this was a go.  He loves shrimp.

Delicious and half came home for my supper the next day.

I have a question, purse or pocketbook, what do you call that thing hanging on a woman's shoulder?  I think  long ago I called it pocketbook and in later years say purse or vice versa.  Just depends on the mood of what I say.  Either or it is a pain in the you know what!  Mine is never loaded down heavy and not very big in size but it still drives me crazy switching it from shoulder to shoulder.  Yesterday was the day to take stock in what other women do.  Same thing, it slips off their shoulder, they yank it up or switch shoulders just hoping that for some unknown reason it will stay where it is put.  Even if I don't need a shopping cart I take one just to put the purse in the child seat and get it off my shoulder.  I always hook the little safety belt through the handle just incase someone decides to grab it and run.  That way they have the cart hooked to them.....That also was explained to the husband when he asked why take a cart. 

Setting here enjoying the quiet morning and the beauty of white out the window was interrupted with Quincy barking looking out the front window.  As soon as I saw three doe walking on the hillside not more than 60 feet away I quieted him down and together we watched them slowly make their way up and out of sight.  As much as I like venison there is no way I would be able to end their life.  They looked so graceful and calm.  There is just something about their beautiful eyes looking my way.  So I will leave the hunting to the ones that can and I will enjoy watching them. 

Field and Stream, what a huge animal.