Amost Friday

It is almost the end of another week. And I haven't accomplished much.
A pipe burst in the wall behind the closet in my hobby room. So everything in the closet had to be moved into the main room so the carpet could be dried out. Stuff is spread everywhere and it is very chaotic. No sewing has been going on and I have Christmas presents to finish.

Today I went to downtown Cincinnati to have lunch with Lily, Karen and Bonnie. I didn't take any pictures of my own because it was too cold and soggy to be outside. But I did pull some pictures off the web.
We had lunch on 4th Street at McCormick and Schmick where Maureen worked when she and Ray lived here. They have a drink on the menu - Molicious - which she invented and is named after her. I didn't have it for lunch since I was driving but I did have some delicious rainbow trout.

We sat in the bar where we could look out at Fountain Square where the Christmas lights were shining and people were on the skating rink. Lily was fascinated with watching the Mounted Police and how still their horses were. Three were standing together; an ambulance turned its siren on behind them and they didn't even flinch. They were beautifully groomed and added to the ambiance of a bustling, vibrant city. If it hadn't been so cold, we could have walked around the stores and maybe I would have caught the Christmas fever.

Whenever I am downtown I think of what it must have been like when my parents and several aunts and uncles lived there, worked there and shopped there. The stories they told of Daddy, Uncle Dave and Uncle Russell getting a job at a garage; Daddy didn't have drivers' license but he didn't tell them that. So down the main street he would go driving the customers' cars just like he owned the whole city. Or Mother living up on Mount Adams, hearing the train whistle and thinking of how lonesome it sounded in the big city because when she lived down home; the train whistle made her think of adventures the train would take her to. I wonder how different our lives would have been if she hadn't talked Daddy into moving back to Letcher County??????

Would it have been better? Or worse? Would we be the same people? We'll never know but it is something to ponder. And I'd rather ponder than rant and rave.