June 9 & 10, 2015
Tuesday we had a visit with Uncle Paul the garden gnome.
Papa Dawg dropped us off at Uncle Pauls place in Green Town, Pennsylvania on his way to his house at the airport about 15 miles further down the road. Uncle Paul is one of my favorite people. He is uber intelligent and can fix almost anything mechanical or electrical. He's 76 years old and still sharp as a tack. I can only hope I have the same attitude if I last that long. One thing that is obvious is we shrink as we get older. Last year he was 5' this year, 4' 11".
That gives me something to look forward. I've always felt that there was too much of me. When I stop in the aisle at the supermarket, people need to take supplies to get around me! It's a shorter trip than it used to be but, I still take up more than my share of space.
We spent about 3 hours with Uncle Paul catching up. There is a lot to talk about when you only see each other once a year. We have tried for years to get him to come back to Vancouver for a visit but he says his travelling days are over. The last trip he took was 13 years ago this month when he attended my wedding to the lovely Lisa.
Uncle Paul lives in a nice suite under a Tavern that Papa Dawg used to own. When he sold the building it was written into the agreement that Uncle Paul could live there as long as he wanted to. Uncle Paul says they are very nice to him and he seems to be so happy there. He told us that we were going to go upstairs for some lunch when it opened at 2 pm. By the time 2 pm rolled around I was getting a little wonky. I had only eaten a banana all day and my blood sugar was getting low. Uncle Paul seemed a little perplexed. "What's up Uncle Paul " I asked. " I haven't heard the cooks arrive" he said. "They're here every day by 2 except for Tuesday and Wednesday when they're closed". " It's Tuesday Uncle Paul" Lisa informed him. We ate hotdogs on french bread instead.
When Papa Dawg came back we made the 30 minute trip back to Joan's in Montague, New Jersey. When we stay with family or friends on the road we like to take over the food preparation. The lovely Lisa chefs and I am the Scullery Squatch. Sausage with peppers and onions, asperagus and salad. Then in bed by midnight.
The only problem with going to bed at midnight is I'm up at 6 am. 2 hours later Papa Dawg was up, dressed and out the door. He's nurse maiding a business deal that is taking a long time to close. I was all by myself until nearly 11 when Joan got up followed shortly after by the lovely Lisa. At the crack of noon we piled into Joan's car and headed into Milford. There is a funky store there being gaurded by one of my relatives.
The similarities are incredible. I've been looking for a new pair of sneakers since we got off the plane. I'm kicking myself for not buying the pair of Adidas that were on sale in Bridgewater. I must have tried on 10 pairs today and none felt just right. We went to a real old fashioned diner in Milford for lunch. The place looked like a railway car and the food was good.
Evidently a lot of the businesses in this part of Pennsylvania are closed on Tuesday and Wednesday and even more of them only open for half the day. The only music store in town doesn't open until 2 pm and we wanted to get Papa Dawg a guitar stand for his birthday tomorrow. The music store consisted of 2 rooms, 6 guitars, some accessories, 2 guitar stands and 3 used bongos. We bought the 2 guitar stands and 2 guitar lessons for Papa Dawg as hi sbirthday present. We pulled back into Joan's garage about 3:30. I sat on the porch reading while Joan and the lovely Lisa got dressed for Papa Dawg's birthday dinner at the Culinary Institute of America where Lisa got her training.
Papa Dawg rolled in about 4 and I went and dressed for dinner. Okay, I put on jeans and a clean shirt with a collar. That's all I brought! Hyde Park, New York is 65 miles from the house and our reservation was for 6:15 at Bocuse the French Restaurant at the CIA. We managed to get there only 10 minutes late. Not bad for this crew.The food was absolutely amazing. I had Escargot stuffed in ting turnips and lamb that was perfect. I don't want to list all the food we ate or tell you how ridiculously expensive it was. I'll just show you the pictures.
We were running late when we got there so we didn't get any pictures of the place in daylight. It's a magnificent building overlooking the Hudson River. It has a fountain.
The drive back only took 45 minutes. The lovely Lisa drove and Papa Dawg and I sat in the back telling each other lies.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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