The garden gnome


I enjoy flower gardens. I think that the garden gnome is cute, and clever, but I have never had one in my garden. After seeing this warning video about them, I am thinking that I am one of the lucky few to escape this cute little garden critter!

Conrad’s hot dog stand

When I attended high school in Vienna, James Madison High School “looked the other way” when the seniors would skip out to lunch. The school administrators would say that they “frowned upon students leaving campus during lunch” but to the best of my knowledge no one was ever punished for doing so. There were several near-by places that the kids could go. McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, or a little place called Conrad’s. To be perfectly honest I never skipped out during lunch – I was one of those “goody-goody two shoes” that always followed the rules.

Although my parents were always suspicious of my integrity, I was not about to break any rules. The consequences of getting caught doing something wrong was to be grounded for several months and believe me, for a teenage girl, being grounded for several months was a fate worse than death!

When I finally DID go to Conrad’s hot dog stand, it was in the late fall, on a weekend, on a date. Conrad’s was an older looking building, there were no tables inside to sit down and eat. Instead, it was one of those types of establishments where you walked up to a sliding window and placed your order, paid for the food and then you stood aside for a few minutes while your food was cooked, and then you went to the pick-up window. Much like many ice cream stands. You could eat at one of the picnic tables outside, or you sat in your car.

Now when I travel down the Main Street of Vienna, I wonder whatever happened to Conrad’s. Is it still there? If not, when did it cease to exist? What is there now? If I was not the passenger of the car, and not in a hurry, I think I’d like to drive past where it used to be and take a look-see. But you know what? I probably would drive right past the place and not even know it. The place was on a side street and it was over forty years ago. It’s probably a 7-Eleven now.

Oh cheesecake, how thou dost tempt me!

We almost never have sweets in the house, but for the past couple of days I’ve noticed a slice of cheesecake in the refrigerator. You know, the type that is sold in the grocery store in a clear oyster-type container…. Well, I love cheesecake and I was trying to be polite and not eat it since I didn’t buy it and figured it wasn’t mine. So I didn’t eat the cheesecake, but every time I would open the refrigerator door, to grab a yogurt or an orange, or the sweet tea I would see the cheesecake just sitting there, with the delicious strawberry topping dripping down the sides, taunting me.

cheesecake (free clip art)

cheesecake (free clip art)

And I dutifully ignored it. After all, if I had bought that cheesecake and someone else had eaten it, I would not be happy at all! So I ignored it. For three agonizing, torturous days!

Well after all that deprivation and sacrifice, I found out last night that the cheesecake was bought for me! And somehow nobody ever got around to mentioning it! Well, let me tell you something – that cheesecake is not tempting me anymore! It was delicious!

Last September at the monthly country breakfast I had the chance to introduce my hubby to the President of the Community Center. I told her that I had asked the Elks Lodge if they would consider donating a ceiling fan or two to the Community Center’ kitchen. The Elks agreed that they would be glad to donate the money if the President of the Community Center requested the donation in a letter. She was surprised and pleased to hear about that! The kitchen in that place gets really hot! I suggested that perhaps we could find a local electrician that would donate his time to install the fans, and she said that she didn’t think that would be a problem.

We explained that the Elks would need a letter, and gave her the mailing address for the letter. She did write the letter, and mailed it to the Elks. The Elks approved the purchase, went to Home Depot and bought the ceiling fan. Now it seems that the Community Center has changed their minds about wanting the fan. Remembering how unbearably hot it got in the kitchen last summer I sure hope that they can come up with an alternative – I am heat intolerant and am not going to want to be in that kitchen for anything if it is always going to be that hot! I am the first one out of a hot kitchen!

Apple pie for breakfast

Bar Harbor town (free clip art)

Bar Harbor town (free clip art)

One of the things that I really enjoyed when I had the opportunity to stay at a Bed & Breakfast place in Bar Harbor was how sweetly the bedrooms were decorated. Fluffy down comforters beckoned from the king sized beds, and every bedroom had a working fireplace that burned real wood. Some of the bedrooms had their own private bathroom with a spa tub in it. (I’d consider that the honeymoon suite!) Most bedrooms had to share a bathroom with other guests. (I didn’t like that part nearly as much!)

Even better, when the hosts served breakfast in the mornings, we had the chance to eat some great food! The last time I stayed at a Bed & Breakfast we were served french toast with honey and apple pie. I’d never had apple pie for breakfast before! I liked that a LOT!

apple pie (free clip art)

apple pie (free clip art)

My favorite part of staying in a Bed & Breakfast, though, was the opportunity to visit with the other guests, and the hosts. If we had stayed in a regular chain hotel, we would not have even considered striking up a conversation with other guest there. I enjoyed asking the hosts about daily life there in Bar Harbor, and where they would eat supper if they were going to eat out. Finding out where the best “non-tourist” places to eat are; where you could actually get the feeling of the “real” town were a good way to make us feel less like intrusive gawkers, and more like welcome guests. And those local restaurants usually have the best food, at decent prices too. You’re not stuck with the rubber or frozen meals from a national franchise, or the hugely overpriced lobster dinners served down on the pier.

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