Last night we had plans. Nothing formalized, mind you, but in our minds we kind of had plans. Mostly a movie.
A late afternoon nap for Denton kind of blew the movie and schedule out of the water. So we just opted for dinner. Not that we had that plan. A beautiful summer evening and we had not solidified dinner plans......except for the fact we didn't want to make it ourselves.
So out we went. Place #1 and 2 had massive waits. Well, I don't wait or anyone. I'm me! So off we walked to place #3...or was it #4 - since we almost stopped our stride to look at #3 and opted not for italian fud.
We must have been 200 ft past it when something caught my ear. Some crazy lady was running and yelling - and waving something, so I assume I dropped something - not that I had anything on me to drop.
That crazy lady? My mother.
She and my father were at the italian place and saw us walk by. So, there's nothing like an octogenarian bolting from a restaurant and waving her napkin to flag down her one and only son. How she saw us in the first place is beyond me. It's not like they were sitting outside.
Oh yes, 'they'. My father was with her. She never even told him why she ran out.
But it was nice, we ended up joining them for dinner - the second Saturday in a row. I guess we could have begged off, but we like having time with them and we won't always have these opportunities.
So, the best laid plans are not always the best.
Song by: Gillian Welch