Aug. 22: Cruisin

Here's a photo of camp even though we've not spent a lot of time here. You can see a sliver of a road behind us - that goes to the marina. We stayed close today but Larry thought we absolutely had to go to Wal-Greens today to pick up a prescription.

For those of you who have been to Lambert's just south of Springfield, it's still great. I got the small chicken fried steak and it came in a large skillet with mashed potatoes, corn and cottage cheese (my choices). Not to mention the two rolls that were thrown to us; or the fried potatoes and black eyed peas (for Larry) that came around in large kettles to add to our plates. They also came around with fried okra and stewed tomatoes & macaroni but those two items weren't even close to anything we wanted to eat. Larry got the chicken dinner on a normal plate - made me look like a real pig. But he did end up finishing off about 1/3 of my steak and the corn.

While in Springfield, we stopped by one of the branch offices of my work. It was fun to visit with everyone and get updated on the company gossip.

I did finally get Larry into a beauty salon. We both needed hair cuts and I knew I wasn't going into a barber shop so he agreed to go to the salon. I sat across the room and he was quite the Chatty Cathy. He talked the whole time we were there.

The car has had 300 miles put on it since Monday and two car washes. Can't wait for the new to wear off. The truck also got washed this week and it's rained here several days so the car washes were a waste of time except the truck was kinda scummy so that's cleaned up. It does have road tar on it so we'll have to get after that some cool day.

Got down to Branson Landing again because I needed the washing instructions for the quilt I purchased there last year. Also, Branson Landing is the home to a Haagen-Dazs store and a Chocolate Factory store. Right across from each other - how convenient.

Still trying to walk or ride bicycles but we'd have to do marathons to get over the calories we're consuming. No plans for the rest of the week - playing it day-by-day - just like we're retired.

Then I walk away from my computer and Buster decides to use it like a warming plate. He is so cold blooded and my keyboard is a little warm. One day I came back and he was sitting on the keyboard and I could hear the keys going like when you hold one down forever. Now my e-mail has a whole new look but I can deal with it - I don't know how to get it back to the way it was before he used it as a butt warmer.