Holiday Brunch

Cracker Barrel — always a favorite. Not my first choice today, but we go where the grandkids go. Warming my hands with coffee cup ...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up. I wonder if the waitress was in charge today… Like an arcade ball, literally bouncing off coworkers, aimless, goofy talk… Our table, likewise, discordant — not quite catching the right tune. An unfamiliar waitress, all over my granddaughter with hugs — back off, lady...phew The orchestrated mess came in due time, like a thanksgiving dinner, where we wait for hours. So glad my family didn’t throw a fuss. We were all hungry, but not...starving. Our lackadaisical fare showed up with lackluster. dishwater hash browns, soupy grits. But the plateful of biscuits, were honestly delicious, as was the one french fry I borrowed from my granddaughter’s plate. So breakfast lacked perfection and some emotional digestion at the table, but still any day...any day with my grands is a perfect kind of day, because I love them so… 11/26/2017