Earlier in the day the kids set to making birthday cards. I didn't want to tell the boy what to do, but since he's a bit older now I knew the card needed to include more than his usual scribble scrabble so I suggested he make a list of ten things he loves about his dad. Some of them were surprisingly touching and clever. My favorite being, "He comforts me when I have a episode." Yes, he's definitely the more dramatic of my two children.
Sunday we really wanted to get out of the house for a bit. Right now it's stressful being home. We're torn between constantly wanting to do things around the house to get it sold as quickly as possible and the realization that there really is only so much we can do and at this point most of it is out of our hands. So we drove to St. Augustine. The drive was boring as hell. But then when we got there, it was still pretty boring as hell. All of Florida really does nothing for me anymore.
The highlight of the day was eating lunch at the Santa Maria Restaurant. The inside was your very typical seafood restaurant on the water type stuff (think the Krusty Krab). But what made it fun was that you could feed the birds and fish from inside the restaurant. All the tables were along the perimeter of the building and each one had a chute next to it for you to hand out food for the birds:We got there right as the restaurant opened and at first there were no birds to be seen. But as soon as the waiter brought out a basket of day old bread, seagulls came from all over and began squawking at the glass.It was somewhat Hitchcockian, made even more so when the girl kept referring to the birds as "hawks."
After lunch we got back in the car and made the two hour drive back home. Although it seemed much, much longer than two hours. More like an eternity. Especially when the girl began complaining about needing to use the restroom and there was nothing around us but burnt out trailers and empty strip malls. I told her she'd have to hold it because we were in the middle of nowhere. She responded by asking, "Well when are we going to be in the middle of YESwhere?!"
I don't know my dear. I'm still waiting to get there myself.