Like I don’t know…We had just returned from our whirlwind trip to Georgia, then it was Thanksgiving Day. Our friends, Belinda and Rob, who are camphosts on the other side of the lake from us, came over to share Thanksgiving dinner with us. I cooked a small ham, potato salad, some rutabagas, and a home made gluten free pumpkin pie. Then for the next three days, FabGrandpa and I worked at the entrance gate to the campground.
On Monday of last week, we drove up to Tuscaloosa to try and return the crappy cellphone that I got in Georgia at Best Buy. But, in order to return my phone, I had to have the old one with me so they could reactivate it and reverse my “New Every Two” from Verizon. Sigh. Why does everything have to be so dang complicated. So, we came back home with the same phone that couldn’t get a signal if I was standing under the tower. On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store and picked up a few things, because we knew Charlie and Lynda were coming to visit. The trip took all day, and then it was Tuesday.
Tuesday it rained buckets–but Charlie and Lynda got here with no problems. They are traveling in a customized van, so they parked it in our yard and plugged in a drop cord for a space heater. We had SO MUCH FUN with them. We haven’t seen them in about two years, but it seemed like just yesterday. We stayed up talking til the wee hours of the morning, and got up bright and early and started all over again.
On Wednesday, we drove over to Moundville to go to the Indian Mounds there. FabGrandpa and I went there last year, but the museum was closed for renovations. It is now open, so we went in and looked around. The Black Warrior Indians made some amazing pottery.
There was a lot of information about the history of the people–I didn’t know for instance that they were some of the native Americans who were forced out of the area on the Trail Of Tears.
After the museum, we all went to Pam’s Diner in Moundville for lunch. FabGrandpa and I had never been to that particular restaurant last year, but we were quite impressed with it. It is one of those southern places that serves a plate of a “meat and two” or a “meat and three”. They had things like fried okra, turnip greens, red beans and rice, purple hull peas, and scalloped potatoes on the menu. We will definitely go back.
Charlie and Lynda stayed one more night, but all too soon they had to be on their way. I just feel so special that they came all the way here to see us, going out of their way to get here. Tuscaloosa is not just “in the neighborhood” between upstate New York and Missouri. I hope it is not another two years before we see them again.