Breakfast Out

My dh took me to breakfast this morning. It is one of my favorite things to do, because I love breakfast, but I'm not coherent enough early in the day to enjoy putting a decent one together.
This morning ds #1 was home until 11:00-ish, so he went with us. We went to a local diner that has an egg-onion-pepper-sausage-cheese thing they throw together like no one else can, and we always get that. It's a little place and the patrons by and large are regulars; you can tell by the easy familiarity that passes between them and a competent and comfortable wait staff. There is a huge aquarium inside the front door that houses Wally Gator—he's about a foot long—and his turtle companion. Wally stands so still that you have to wonder if he's plastic; so you usually end up in front of the huge tank for a few minutes convincing yourself that he's a real alligator.
The tables are simple formica, regular every-day kitchen chairs. Today's mugs advertised a group medical something or other dot com, which made me wonder who had the foresight to donate coffee mugs with their website on them. No telling how many eyes peer at the slogan on an average day. If several of those are more observant and curious that I am, it could be a very effective marketing ploy.
At any rate there's a wide range of folks that landed at the Expresso Stop today (Expresso referring to speed here; it don't think there's anything but good ole American java on the menu). A few couples, some buddies, mostly a retired segment. Conversations ran the gamut, but at one point people on either side of our table were discussing snakes and snake bites. At the table behind my husband the man's hair in particular made him look like a Christopher Walken (?spelling) look-alike, and just before we left a man came in by himself and sat at a table for two next to "Christopher"—he sported a close-cropped white beard with matching hair and made me think of Sean Connery, though he was a bit heavier. I elbowed my ds to see if I was over-imagining things, but he saw it too. It was an interesting morning and I brought half the breakfast home with me, so I can repeat the deliciousness of it tomorrow.
Now everyone is gone, tackling their to-do lists while I try to be ready for tomorrow, and I can tell you now that I'm going to be scrambling tonight because I get motivated for a few minutes then side-tracked. I must be developing ADD. Skip the "H" because I will never be hyperactive. Ask anyone. Ds has posters he's anxious to buy when they go on sale, only he's not going to be home to make the purchase and will be interpreting in class at the time, so he wants me to do it. You can't imagine the dread I feel when this sort of thing happens. If it wasn't so important to him, he wouldn't be asking me to do it. So what if I mess it up?????? I guess he'll forgive me if he wants to eat. ~BG~
I'm looking forward to the weekend. Dh seems to be determined to make a mini-vacation of it, and I'm game. And tonight there is an open-house where ds does his video relay interpreting. I'm looking forward to seeing the place and being able to put him in a context visually for part of his working hours anyway. I have to say that it gives me joy to have both my sons involved in service careers. To me—and I guess to them too—a life is well lived when it involves service to other people. Yes it's a job and yes there is money involved, but in the end he isn't the only one that benefits and money isn't the only consideration in the factor of job satisfaction.
I've got three more minutes in my 20-minutes sprint and I have no idea what to write about, but I must keep the fingers going. I am enjoying the new writing books I got a couple days ago. One is called Inner Outings and has been a great help in the hand-written journal I've begun to keep. I got the second in the series compiled by the editors at Glimmer Train. And the third—my goodness, the memory is shot. I got the Children's Writers Market and, and, and….Ideaspotting is on backorder. I can't believe I'm going to have to get up and look but I can because my 20 minutes is now up: 780 words. Brainwave Symphony. It's not even a book but I'm hoping it works during NaNo……Music for the muse.