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Father's Day 2021
Jun. 21st, 2021 09:15 pmSunday was Father's Day, and so I spent it with my parents.
We went to church in the morning, something I never do unless I'm home for a visit or unless someone invites me, which never happens.
Their church is kind of a "start-up", not held in any kind of established church-building but rather in an old landscaping property that has been poked and prodded into serving churchy purposes over the years. This is kind of nice, because it's less ostentatious than a traditional church and therefore more appealing to those who leave church due to the spending of tithing on, say, matching drapes or elaborate stained glass. Church, real church, isn't about any of that stuff. In that way I appreciate my parents' church.
The service was about an hour, and then we drove out to Lewisburg for a fancy Italian dinner, my treat.
I always wish that my parents would take advantage of me at these times. Get a bottle of nice Italian wine! Order the lobster!
But no, they always get pretty much the same foods and drinks. Not to save me any money, mind, but because that's just the people they are. Simple and low-maintenance. The food was very good, I had littleneck clams in butter garlic sauce, they had lasagna and eggplant parm. I had a glass of white wine, they had Coke and water. My mom did get homemade tiramisu for dessert, which I was glad about.
And I was glad for the wine so I could finally relax a little! Sheesh.
It's hard to relax around my parents, to be honest. But that's a story for another day. Let's not spoil the nice visit with recollections.
After digesting a bit we went to Country Cupboard, which is kind of like an expanded Cracker Barrel-slash-smorgasbord-slash-gift shop, featuring a lot of real or imitation Pennsylvania Dutch stuff that tourists would like. The food is ok, I've eaten there before. The bakery is actually pretty on point, but unfortunately since the pandemic has affected their sales they've scaled back on a lot of the freshly-baked items. For example, they were completely out of Amish-made pies and whoopie pies. This could have also been because it was a Sunday, or because it was Father's Day.
(picture stolen from the interwebs because I was In The Moment and not taking pictures on this trip. None of this stuff was available in the bakery today.)
I still had a nice mild buzz so was cheerfully chatting with my mom while she shopped, and I helped her pick out some succulents from the greenhouse. Dad helped me find the buckwheat honey (always on my souvenir list!) and I also picked up two pieces of white chocolate shaped like deviled eggs and a bag of handmade Amish peanut brittle for Jameson.
We drove home, stopping at my sister's friend's house for some baby gear for when my California-based sister gets into town in a few days. At home we rested a bit, then I did more steno while my parents worked on various chores. When I had uploaded everything for steno (except tests, because why take tests if I'm only going to fail them, imo) I worked on this blog and considered some things for my trip, such as how to get frozen whoopie pies all the way to Florida without issue (mom's idea, not mine) and what time I'd likely be arriving at the tire shop in North Carolina. I heard our neighbors talking to my parents outside so went out to say hello, then got a shower and had a light dinner of turkey, eggs, tomatoes, pickles, a small apple...and half a whoopie pie :)
It was a nice eventful day and a good way to spend time with my parents.
We went to church in the morning, something I never do unless I'm home for a visit or unless someone invites me, which never happens.
Their church is kind of a "start-up", not held in any kind of established church-building but rather in an old landscaping property that has been poked and prodded into serving churchy purposes over the years. This is kind of nice, because it's less ostentatious than a traditional church and therefore more appealing to those who leave church due to the spending of tithing on, say, matching drapes or elaborate stained glass. Church, real church, isn't about any of that stuff. In that way I appreciate my parents' church.
The service was about an hour, and then we drove out to Lewisburg for a fancy Italian dinner, my treat.
I always wish that my parents would take advantage of me at these times. Get a bottle of nice Italian wine! Order the lobster!
But no, they always get pretty much the same foods and drinks. Not to save me any money, mind, but because that's just the people they are. Simple and low-maintenance. The food was very good, I had littleneck clams in butter garlic sauce, they had lasagna and eggplant parm. I had a glass of white wine, they had Coke and water. My mom did get homemade tiramisu for dessert, which I was glad about.
And I was glad for the wine so I could finally relax a little! Sheesh.
It's hard to relax around my parents, to be honest. But that's a story for another day. Let's not spoil the nice visit with recollections.
After digesting a bit we went to Country Cupboard, which is kind of like an expanded Cracker Barrel-slash-smorgasbord-slash-gift shop, featuring a lot of real or imitation Pennsylvania Dutch stuff that tourists would like. The food is ok, I've eaten there before. The bakery is actually pretty on point, but unfortunately since the pandemic has affected their sales they've scaled back on a lot of the freshly-baked items. For example, they were completely out of Amish-made pies and whoopie pies. This could have also been because it was a Sunday, or because it was Father's Day.
(picture stolen from the interwebs because I was In The Moment and not taking pictures on this trip. None of this stuff was available in the bakery today.)
I still had a nice mild buzz so was cheerfully chatting with my mom while she shopped, and I helped her pick out some succulents from the greenhouse. Dad helped me find the buckwheat honey (always on my souvenir list!) and I also picked up two pieces of white chocolate shaped like deviled eggs and a bag of handmade Amish peanut brittle for Jameson.
We drove home, stopping at my sister's friend's house for some baby gear for when my California-based sister gets into town in a few days. At home we rested a bit, then I did more steno while my parents worked on various chores. When I had uploaded everything for steno (except tests, because why take tests if I'm only going to fail them, imo) I worked on this blog and considered some things for my trip, such as how to get frozen whoopie pies all the way to Florida without issue (mom's idea, not mine) and what time I'd likely be arriving at the tire shop in North Carolina. I heard our neighbors talking to my parents outside so went out to say hello, then got a shower and had a light dinner of turkey, eggs, tomatoes, pickles, a small apple...and half a whoopie pie :)
It was a nice eventful day and a good way to spend time with my parents.
