Overcast And Foggy

6:18

A gray morning, fog hanging over the shorelines as I get up to a coffee at 6:30.  We got an inch and a half of rain over the past 24 hours, more to come over the weekend supposedly.   It's 54º and won't get much warmer during the day.

Yesterday was sort of a lost day although I did get a good Yin yoga class in at 10:00 with lots of gals, a couple of guys.  It was raining when I got out of class and continued on and off until late afternoon when, just before we headed over to Bemus to eat, the sun came out, the sky and lake turned blue and you would never think it had been gray and wet all day.

When I got home, not much was happening as Evie's plans for working in the garden were squashed by the weather.  Neither of us wanted to do anything inside so we kind of wasted the afternoon, watching TV or reading or napping.   I had another bowl of my white bean stew for lunch and am still enjoying it.  I also toasted some of my homemade bread had toast with peanut butter.

We thought about things to do but took a lesson from yesterday's poem and just malingered most of the afternoon.  We decided to go out for dinner, just so we could say we had done something when Linda and Ron texted us and asked if we wanted to meet them for a beer on the Lenhart's porch (it was opening night),  then have dinner at the Seezurh House.  That settled what we were going to do so we cleaned up, then met them at the Lenhart around 6:15.  By the time we got there, the beautiful late afternoon sky had turned gray and sitting on the porch, having an Old Vienna was a bit cool but we roughed it.  We were the only ones on the porch although the bar was full.

5:58

We walked over to the Seezuhr House and even though it was a Thursday night, the village was bustling, all three restaurants seemed crowded, streets with packed with cars. Fortunately, we found our usual seat in the Seezurh House.  Evie, Linda and I had the Delmonico steak special, with salad and fries and it was outstanding, tasty and tender.  It was good to be back in our old stomping grounds, a restaurant/bar we first started frequently in the summer of 1981.  We didn't get home until 9:00, in time to watch the first half of the Cavs game before going up to bed, confident they would hold their 20 point lead and beat the Celtics.