Down to Cincinnati and back to Dayton

(I, the amazing AmeliaJake, was tired last night, so this morning I am going to put a capital “A” on my amazing and correct typos. I have also actually downloaded pictures . . . and found out, by the way, I am a gnome.)

We started out on a trip to Crate & Barrel today and we wound up going to more places; sometimes we were lost and sometimes we were not. It is part of the road trip adventure for folks 60+. We feel okay about knowing mostly where we were and in is interesting to look on Google Maps and see where we actually were when we didn’t know it at the time. Well, we knew the general vicinity of where we were at all times – at least we knew we had not crossed any state lines.

Here is an intersection where we stopped for gas when we were not really certain as to how far off course we were in our meandering around what was we intended to be Northern Cincinnati. The street sign out there says “Avenue of Champions”; unfortunately we had not had our Wheaties that morning and our guardian angel had already alerted the emergency squad.

The picture below is cropped so you can’t see my gnomeness in its full glory. (Joan, I’ll email you the full picture.)

Gnomy AJ, Joan and Steve.

The best part of the day was getting to see my good friend Joan and the dicey part was sitting across the table from Der Bingle at Mimi’s when he received his order . . . liver and onions. It was under the heading of “Comfort Foods” but, personally, I think that was a little private joke of Mimi’s. I didn’t watch him eat it, but I think knowing what was going on affected me adversely. I started to get a headache and then had the distinct urge to get up and grab the man across the aisle who was being really loud and ripping his fat, bald head off.*  So I took aspirin and Tylenol and came home and sucked down a Diet Coke.

The atmosphere at Mimi’s.

*Der Bingle says this is a personality trait I share with Maxwoo.

Arriving in Fairborn

Yesterday afternoon I pulled into Malcolm Court and looked up and saw the welcoming committee waiting on the balcony.

Sitting there in the camping chair is Arctos, Great Polar Bear of the North, resident emeritus of the Ohio Redoubt. After I got my stuff in, we hung out for a while and then he held down the fort while Der Bingle and I went to the mall and then on to Hot Head Burrito, where I got a burrito and a big nacho thing. I came home and ate the big nacho thing and didn’t have room for the burrito right then but have already had some bites this morning – and I am craving more, more and more.

Perhaps I should add a burrito line at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Say, you know those 6-foot submarine sandwiches? I am imagining a 6-foot HHB burrito. But, wait, call in now and we can double it – 12 feet of taco meat and cheese and onions and rice and pinto beans and corn and tomatoes and sour cream.

I need to calm down.