Friday and Saturday are gone now and Spring is here

Last night we drove up to Atlanta in two cars, because the ladies thought it would be uncomfortable to drive in one car, we ate supper at Six Feet Under, where I had catfish tacos with cheese and jalapenos and cabbage and green salsa, then went, en caravan, to the High Museum, where we joined and got everybody in for Jazz Friday and the Chinese Terra Cotta Soldiers and the final Louvre without additional payment for tickets, then wandered, like people who haven't slept for several days while trying to look at the exhibits through half-lidded eyes, then drove to the Varsity and ate hot dogs and onion rings and orange drinks, both frozen and otherwise, until it was time to drive home, which we did with half-lidded eyes and blood flowing through the veins therein, until I almost ran a red light near home and could finally get home and find a place for Kate's friend, Brandon, to sleep, only to find that Megan had not slept with her mother, but was sleeping quite soundly in the room we were going to use for Brandon, but we found a couch for him and went to sleep, then woke up at 9:30 this morning and Kate woke up and helped me fill the house with the smoke of cooking bacon and a ton of grits and toast and coffee, until everyone had awakened and eaten breakfast, with the exception fo Megan who woke up around 11:30, which killed any chance the girls had to leave for Knoxville so that Megan could get a good nights rest at home, until they had shopped at Perimeter for several hours and then at Trader Joe's so they could connect with their inner Californians, Megan being the only true Californian, but not really finding any real desire to shop at Trader Joe's, but they got home by 10:30 to Knoxville, when we were watching the end of Cat Ballou and getting ready for bed and now I am tired, as I have been all day, and my day is truly at an end since nothing else is worth watching anymore, unless there is more basketball, but I am not really worrying about that at this point, but to just quit this and finish turning off the lights and so the day has come to an end with somewhat of a whimper, even though Kate and I noticed that this is probably the first time when the two of us have been together when Cindy was away from home.

I do remember that when Kate was small, that Cindy could not stand to be away from her, even though she could go with Kate to California or Knoxville or Dunwoody or elsewhere, whereas, the idea of me taking Kate on a trip of several days was out of the question. Now we are all adults and the circumstances have changed.

The comfort of my own bed in my own house is calling me.