Thursday, June 12, 2008

Going Out To Eat

A Sunday finally arrived when all my eight immediate family was in town and not sick so that I could go ahead and fulfill my promise made a few weeks earlier to buy every one's lunch at Red Lobster. I don't go out to eat very much any more. I may order food and take it home, that's as close as I usually get. But everybody ate at the table, I had a good time, and then I had to pay. Others in the family have paid at other times, so I can only claim that it was my turn, not that it was any inordinate generosity. But I am generally too poor to be the purveyor of much generosity, so I noticed it within myself, at least. I never paid much attention to what was on every one's plate nor have I paused to see what the receipt listed. I know what cheap tastes some of us have and what other tastes others of us have. It seemed cheap enough to me. But I am a tightwad, so the topic passes through my mind, as you see. I doubt my generosity this time around would ever compensate anyone for the churl I can be at other times. But it was fun.

I wish my sister was alive so she could have been there with all the people she loved and so often helped. I can't say I think of her often, but it's almost always too much for me to handle when I do. Maybe it's better this way. For now.


  1. Sounds like you all had a good time. I know the feeling of wishing a past relative could be at the table with the rest of the family. Good post.

  2. Thanks for dropping in, Drop-out! I need these little notes to keep me awake, though, I admit it!

  3. Good for you...out and about, eating well, and with family! Nothing better my friend.


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