I honestly don’t have much to say tonight, but I didn’t want anybody to feel neglected or anything, so . . . let’s see. Mom and I went to Barnes & Noble this morning–I have a gift card from Christmas, not that I really need an excuse to hit a bookstore–but here’s the shocking part.

I didn’t buy a thing. Not a single book.

I know. It worries me a little, too . . . although I do tend to have a drown-or-drought way of bookshopping–either I find an armful of books, or none at all. I’ve rarely ever bought fewer than three books at a time. So, today was a no-book day. I am still a little bit in shock, though (grin)

We also went out for a nice dinner at my Dad’s favorite German restaurant, the Triangle Hofbrau, one of the few German restaurants in the area. We go every year for his birthday (though technically, that’s not until Tuesday). Yummy meal, but we’re all stuffed full of food–Sauerbraten for Dad, Goulash for Mom (she orders it every time), and Jaeger Schnitzel for me–about the only time I ever eat veal. We all had Peach Melba for dessert. I know, you’d think something cake-y and cream-y like Black Forest cake or streudel or something, but darn it, they do a really good Peach Melba there. Something about that really good raspberry sauce . . . I wish I could find it to buy it.

Anyway, it tempted me to have some ice cream, which I haven’t had more than a bite of in months, and I’ve been having wheezing problems ever since, and now have my humidifier going full-blast with Vicks Vaposteam in it. Ah well. It tasted good.

I also ordered coffee to go with it, and plopped some of my whipped cream in it, which made Dad comment, “That’s the first thing my father would have done.” Dad doesn’t talk about his father much. He died in 1967 from Alzheimer’s–back before people knew about Alzheimer’s. I was 10 months old when he died, but really, he’d been “gone” for years. It’s always kind of nice to hear something, a little tidbit about the Grandfather I never knew. But, another thing I apparently got from my German relatives? My tendency to order a hot beverage to go with my frozen desserts. Apparently, that’s something my grandparents and all those aunts and uncles used to do, to “balance” the temperatures. I’ve done it for years. I wonder if it’s a genetic thing? (grin)

Anyway. I’m full of good food. I have a bit of a headache from the headlights on the drive. I didn’t even knit tonight! Although, I made it up to the armhole shaping on my sweater front this afternoon–a rare daytime knitting stint–so I figure I’ve met my daily “quota.” Now, I’m going to curl up in bed with my book, with Chappy at my feet–because it’s the weekend, and he’s allowed on the bed on the weekends.

G’night, all!

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