We returned from our trip to Alabama and Tennessee today. We got back in time for our annual New Years' lunch at the Wells Cargo Cafe in Stone Mountain. It was an amazing meal of roast pork, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, black eyed peas, and cornbread. Since we had gotten up pretty early, gone swimming at the hotel after breakfast (that made the fourth time swimming in two days), and driven two hours to get home, I got the food to go and we ate at home. The warm comfort food was perfect since our house was freezing.
John and I talked a lot during our drive. Our morning had started on a not so pleasant note with our breakfast companions at the hotel in Chattanooga. I went down to eat without makeup, in jammies, like I usually do when I am on a vacation with my family. Lily was not feeling stellar, and she was very excited about the pool, which we passed on the way to the lobby. I was holding her as we surveyed the breakfast options, and I asked her what she wanted to eat. I pointed out a couple of things she typically likes, the cereal, bagels with cream cheese, oatmeal. An older lady walked up behind us and said, "Does she always get this many choices?" It was not what she said but the way she said it that was inappropriate. I turned with my no eyelashes, no eyebrows self, and gave her the look that I have perfected over my twelve years of teaching. I did not say anything because I felt like I was saying enough. She walked away. Lily and I continued to get breakfast. After we sat down, the lady sat where she was indirectly facing us. Throughout our meal, I caught her looking in our direction. Then she would use her hand to cover the side of her mouth that was facing us and comment to her husband who seemed very much engaged in the television. While I noticed this because the woman had made a comment to me, John was noticing looks from another table. I got up to get some more coffee, and Lily ran over to me and asked me to pick her up. John said a lady at the table directly behind me during this encounter seemed to have an issue with the situation. We rode up on the elevator with the lady and her breakfast partner. I did notice that they seemed uncomfortable on the ride up, but I did not think much of it until John told me what he had noticed. Aside from the comment, this does not upset me. I just really wish I knew what their concerns were. I would love to have recording devices on the tables to see what they were talking about. I would have asked them, but I have a hard time believeing that people would give me an honest answer. Next time, I think I will give it a shot anyway.
When we got in the car, we thought Lily would fall asleep quickly, but our little trooper held out for about an hour before giving in to her sleepiness. After lunch, we all took much needed and well deserved naps. I picked up the dogs from my mom's house where they had stayed, and we spent the rest of the day playing and resting. Lily and John were both feeling under the weather, so I decided to investigate our new insurance. I got on the insurance website and registered with the information from my card. When I tried to log in, an error message came up. I tried to call the help line, but there was no one to answer my call due to the holiday. I know we can not plan these things, and health is the most important thing, but it is frustrating that I have two people who may need to go to the doctor tomorrow on the second day of our new, crappy insurance.
John and I talked a lot during our drive. Our morning had started on a not so pleasant note with our breakfast companions at the hotel in Chattanooga. I went down to eat without makeup, in jammies, like I usually do when I am on a vacation with my family. Lily was not feeling stellar, and she was very excited about the pool, which we passed on the way to the lobby. I was holding her as we surveyed the breakfast options, and I asked her what she wanted to eat. I pointed out a couple of things she typically likes, the cereal, bagels with cream cheese, oatmeal. An older lady walked up behind us and said, "Does she always get this many choices?" It was not what she said but the way she said it that was inappropriate. I turned with my no eyelashes, no eyebrows self, and gave her the look that I have perfected over my twelve years of teaching. I did not say anything because I felt like I was saying enough. She walked away. Lily and I continued to get breakfast. After we sat down, the lady sat where she was indirectly facing us. Throughout our meal, I caught her looking in our direction. Then she would use her hand to cover the side of her mouth that was facing us and comment to her husband who seemed very much engaged in the television. While I noticed this because the woman had made a comment to me, John was noticing looks from another table. I got up to get some more coffee, and Lily ran over to me and asked me to pick her up. John said a lady at the table directly behind me during this encounter seemed to have an issue with the situation. We rode up on the elevator with the lady and her breakfast partner. I did notice that they seemed uncomfortable on the ride up, but I did not think much of it until John told me what he had noticed. Aside from the comment, this does not upset me. I just really wish I knew what their concerns were. I would love to have recording devices on the tables to see what they were talking about. I would have asked them, but I have a hard time believeing that people would give me an honest answer. Next time, I think I will give it a shot anyway.
When we got in the car, we thought Lily would fall asleep quickly, but our little trooper held out for about an hour before giving in to her sleepiness. After lunch, we all took much needed and well deserved naps. I picked up the dogs from my mom's house where they had stayed, and we spent the rest of the day playing and resting. Lily and John were both feeling under the weather, so I decided to investigate our new insurance. I got on the insurance website and registered with the information from my card. When I tried to log in, an error message came up. I tried to call the help line, but there was no one to answer my call due to the holiday. I know we can not plan these things, and health is the most important thing, but it is frustrating that I have two people who may need to go to the doctor tomorrow on the second day of our new, crappy insurance.