Valentine’s Day was full of strangeness. Firstly, after late night dinner at Ozark college, then leaving our sleep over spot in the kitchy town of Branson, Mo we stopped at a store called Jiggling George’s a shoe store with the largest selection of Crocs I’ve ever seen (and ever want to see). Then on to a great Indian food restaurant and then on to the resort. Three weeks in advance there were no Valentine’s dinner reservations available, so the girls surprised us with a charcuterie board creation class followed by a “paint your date’s portrait” session. Quite a laugh. Not giving up my day job to paint so be ye not afraid.
Milked the brown tweed I had built for me in 1997 for four combos over two days. {Switching slacks for jeans to drive, then my fisherman’s knit and the lined khakis for cold day shopping, then a purple silk shirt and a black merino wool cardigan for date night. Alden Indy boots for each}. My wife and I spent a year not being in the same country 30 days back in the early 90s so I still know how to do this minimum packing shuffle. Today is fishing this morning with my son.