On the way home, I stopped at our local farm. The strawberries are just about done for the season. Our farmers have spent hours, time and money, trying to make parking better for customers. Then people ignore the lines!
This silly woman, with Quebec licence plates (from away!) ignored the painted parking lines, and parked just prior to said parking lines, blocking some of the parking spots and leaving her car idling. I parked properly in front of her between the lines. She was picking over the pre-picked berries. I grabbed a basket. By the time I'd paid, two more cars came in and parked beside me. Madame was putting her berries in her car, but could not move. I took my time. Me bad.
Nearly home, I stopped to take photos of a hawk.
Back home, we saw a deer from on the deck. I saw that it was looking off to the back 40. I called out JB, who grabbed his binoculars. We stood and watched for her a time. JB suggested that Jenny and Joey go out to dinner. Tuesdays are our volunteer day, we deserved it, and off we went.
We went to CC's on the Rideau. It was a perfect day, this the first full week of summer.
We went to my favourite corner table. Jack (age 3?) was at our table, even though his extended family was at the next table. I said, 'Hi!', he ran screaming back to his family, crying at the scary lady! I told the hostess it was embarrassing. I'm a retired teacher and a gramma!
Down we sat.
The grandparents took the grandies, including Jack, off for a walk on the dock. Jack was happier there until their food arrived.
Next, there was Josh, our server. Drinks ordered. At least, I did. Josh took my preferences (water and wine), and began to walk away. "Wait a minute," says hubby, "what about me?!" Josh was suitably apologetic.
Menus perused. Drinks sipped. Meal ordered. We watched another family kitty corner to Jack's family. There was an other extended family at the opposite table. Daddy was bottle feeding a new baby. The family, including grampa, tired to rein brother Jake in. Jake, about age 3 or 4, came over and began to put the top back onto our water. We watched with amusement. Family didn't peep.
"How old is your baby," I asked Jake.
Jake said, "We don't know!" His family was silent.
A little later, having poked around his family's table, talking, poking, prodding... Jake came back. He looked at my camera, and tried to lift up my camera, with the extended zoom lens on it. It's heavy (see the photo!), and was an investment. I was so shocked. PANIC! "Touche pas," I told the little beggar, in a VERY firm voice. Still, nobody in the family said anything to us, just quietly called him back to their table.
We were happy to go home.
