Grandson David and I had a leisurely breakfast on the porch on his day off. We were having a repeat of blueberry/chocolate chip pancakes, and I thought I used the last of the maple syrup. David squeezed a few more drops out. He picked up the bottle and blew into it, like playing a flute. I remembered I had a flute tuner on my phone which I had never opened. According to that app, he was playing an A.
I tried to take a video, but he and I were not coordinated. I missed his best tones. When we looked at the takes, there was no sound. Well, if you want to be technical, we looked at the screen and listened for the note.
David drove us on the Blue Ridge Parkway, a drive that never fails to refresh us. Coming home, we stopped at Haywood Smokehouse for barbecue sandwiches. I was hungry for BBQ after hearing the longing in friend Karen’s voice when she spoke of it. The restaurant was doing a booming take-out business, but we went inside. Half the tables were marked with a red X. Our food came in styrofoam containers, and we had plastic utensils. I’m sure we had regular dishes and cutlery last week when we ate at a different restaurant. I know what we need to do – go out to eat again next week, right???