Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Pilgrimage evening

It was quite an adventure following our morning visit yesterday. Ill call it an adventure because cruising down the road in a car that aint yours looking for adventure sounds a hell of a lot better than slightly lost in a rental car looking for food.

We had a lovely breakfast where I got the joy of sharing stories and talking with the Lady Tinkerbell and that was an enormously unexpected treat. So 2 glasses of chocolate milk, scrambled eggs, bacon and 2 slices of banana fosters french toast later we were back on the road and checked into the room for a brief nap before returning to the Rockhouse.

The second visit was as grand as the first. Less surprises, as Silas hit us with them right from the start. There was much chatting and reminisceing about times past but never forgotten.

The general spirit was so uplifting to forget why we had need of pilgrimage other than for good company and love. Silas you said lets set that love to bouncing and well i cant see we could do much better. The love is flowing and mixing and wouldnt be surprised if out there somewhere a star was born

Raven: Phin, stars are born and die all the time Somewhere out there.

Seraphin: then the odds are pretty good wouldnt you say

Raven: that, that's not what i meant

Seraphin: i know feathered buddy but i choose to see it my way as it gives a much grander view

The evening was planned in great fashion by dear Ol' Dad for Tink and I to enjoy some fine seafood for dinner at a place he and my mom enjoy. Unfortuantely due to either a miscommunication or error we had to wait two hours for a seat and ended up leaving in search of other food because at the time i was fed up and hungry.

This was saved by the fact there is a Macaroni Grill here still (The one in the Land of Mountains I live in closed several years ago to my sadness.) So with full stomachs and having the pleasure of introducing Tink to bruschetta we returned to our temporary domicile for rest.

We are now rising and Ive discovered a taste for blueberry bagels, which is pleasant. We prepare to venture forth once more to The Rockhouse.

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