We hoped for wonderful weather when we ate high on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Daughter Lise and friend Toke admired the view at Pisgah Inn before we went inside for lunch. The clouds were already rolling in.
We were socked in while eating.
We had entertainment, though, as the waitress de-boned Toke’s trout before us. She did as good a job as the person who performed the same service when friend Gerhard ordered fish there several years ago. I wouldn’t mind trying that, but not with an audience!
On the way to the airport, we ate at our usual place, Culver’s. All three of us had the pot roast sandwich followed by a Concrete mixer – soft-serve chocolate custard with two additions each. I concentrated on chocolate, adding Dove bits and crumbled Brownie to chocolate custard. Lise added peanut butter and Toke blueberries and nuts.
Toke wore all his luggage in the airport elevator, making it look easy. Lise stayed with him and worked her magic when the long line at security would have made him miss his flight. She asked people along the line if they could go ahead of them, and a family of three tagged along. One snotty woman toward the beginning of the line refused to let them go first, even though her flight had not started to board. Toke made his flight, but others were not so lucky. We heard repeated announcements for passengers who missed their planes to go back to the lobby to re-book. A number of times Lise had seen airport personnel go through a long line like that, pulling people to go ahead. Asheville workers were not willing to do that.
Though we missed Toke the next morning, Lise exercised as Kacey tried to keep her attention. I had already taken my turn on the floor. Lise is working this week, starting at 4 in the morning, then pausing to walk with me. We plan to make the most of the time we have left.
Mehrling Muse 