Daily Archives: July 12, 2011
Shakey’s and Tomato Street
After a long day’s drive yesterday, we both slept late this morning, with Jan getting up a little before 10, and me about 15 minutes later.
And since it was close to lunch, we just had coffee before Jan heated up the leftovers from last nights great Mexican meal at Rancho Alegre in Newport. The tortilla soup was even better today than last night. It certainly aged well.
Then about 1:30 we made the 30 mile trip into Spokane for some errands. Our first stop was Home Depot where I wanted to some more wire and some new wire splices to finish up my transfer switch bypass fix.
I used these Split Bolt Splices the first time but found they are a real pain in the rear working in close quarters like I am under the bed.
But this time I found these Reducer Splices that will be much easier to work with when I try to finish this up tomorrow. Then I will be able to use the generator again when needed.
Leaving Home Depot our next stop was the SuperCuts right down the street so Jan could get her hair done, while I spent the time reading on the Kindle in the car.
Then it was off to the nearby Wal-Mart for supplies. If Wal-Mart’s parking lots had full hookups, it would probably be easier to just stay there full time.
By then it was a little after 4 pm so we decided to have dinner at a nearby Shakey’s Pizza. The last time we ate there was last year when we were staying at the Antelope Valley Fairgrounds in Lancaster, CA, and we were looking forward to trying it again.
But unlike the one in Lancaster, this only has their buffet during lunch time, so we decided to came back another time. But I did get some great photos of these neat old cars. They were setting up for a car show in the parking lot and these 4 were the first ones there.
Leaving Shakey’s, our next stop was Tomato Street a couple of miles down the road. We had passed it on our way through town yesterday, and had planned to eat there before we left. We had last eaten at the one in Coeur d’Alene, ID, and had really enjoyed it. As it turns out there are only two restaurants in this small chain, and now we’ve eaten at both of them.
And as last time, the food was great. I had the Baked Spaghetti and Jan had the Chicken Parmigiana, and then we split a delicious Bread Pudding for dessert. The servings were so large we had plenty to take home for later, so lunch will be really good tomorrow.
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Thought for the Day:
Harlequin Romance; Version “2011”
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow, and guided me into a room, ‘his’ room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear,
“Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down, and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily.
My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. Then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought, a man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking ‘No’ for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted.
A man who would look into my soul and say .. . .
“Okay, ma’am, you can board your flight now.”
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