Day 28
For Christmas, my sister and I gave our mom a day....a trip around Nashville and the world. We wrote a poem telling her the plan. Breakfast was to be in France, lunch in Mexico, and dinner in Italy. In between meals, we would shop and possibly see a movie. As always, our plans were fluid. My sister-in-law joined us too, which definitely added to the fun of the day.
The plan was to meet at Mom's at 8:30 am. An early start is necessary if three restaurants are to be frequented in the same day. My sister-in-law arrived, having driven from Smyrna, a little before 8:30. Mom met her at the door in her robe. I arrived at 8:30 and chatted with Vickie while Mom got ready. My sister called at 8:40 to say that the battery in her car was dead. I was feeling mighty grateful for the powdered peanut butter and Diet Coke I ate before leaving home, anticipating a possible late start. By this point, I had been awake about three hours. My daughter and granddaughter also were joining us for breakfast.
Around 9:00, we were all gathered, ready to head to Belle Meade for our French breakfast at Le Peep. Our server was somewhat less than thrilled to be at work, but our food was quite good, especially the concoction of butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, and almonds toasted on an English muffin. After breakfast, we headed to The French Shoppe to buy nothing.
Off to Brentwood to visit Maxie B, the store owned by a childhood friend. It is just the most cheerful store ever. We, especially Mom, were greeted with great enthusiasm. Vickie bought a couple things, Doree, Mom and I got caught up with Kakki as we browsed her beautiful store. A visit to church to see the treehouse and tree puppet theater that Phi Construction (my son and his cohort, Dustin) is building followed by shopping at Peartree Avenue where Mom bought a jacket and Dor' bought a dress and jacket.
Our visit to Mexico was at Uncle Julio's where our waiter was adorable and seemingly happy to be at work. The food was a treat as well. I could live off their fresh fruit and that sweet cream that comes with it. We checked the time for the movie. Mom had already seen and wanted to see again La La Land. I had been wanting to see it ever since I first saw previews for it. Vickie was graciously ambivalent, and Doree encouraged other options. La La Land won! I loved it!! Doree hated it. Vickie kindly said, "well, it wasn't my kind of movie." Mom said she liked it better the second time. Did I mention that I loved it?!?
Going to Italy (Mangia in Berry Hill) just did not seem to be in the cards. Everyone seemed to still be stuffed from lunch, so we went to Cheesecake Factory and ate bread and butter and about nine gazillion calories of cheesecake. Our day had come to a sweet end. Well, I had to come home and walk 100 laps around my house to get my last 3,000 steps to appease the FitBit god.
Stuff is fine. Time with the ones you love is better. So, Merry Christmas, Mom.
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