Monday, January 2, 2017.
Again With The Chimes? Again?
The rain overnight creates large pools of water covering about a fifth of the Cool Water Ranch. I haven't been able to take a walk in days, and my body is complaining about that.
I don't have many resolutions for the New Year, but one of them will add something the product I publish. I will update a full restaurant review every day. Reasons: some of them are getting out of date, and others are needed for the many new restaurants that opened during the past year. We are about thirty new restaurants past the count I made at this time in 2016. Got to get on the stick, as my old boss at the Time Saver was fond of saying.
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Seafood platter at The Chimes. [/caption]
Mary Ann and I meet for lunch at the restaurant what will give me the least possible amount of data for my review-updating project. The Marys both want to have lunch at The Chimes, even though we ate there only yesterday. But there is no fighting them, in large part because a lot of restaurants are closed today. And there is fog on the Causeway, preventing me from making the planned run into town. During lunch, it occurs to me that I have no need to do that, because the radio stations are all on vacation. I was treating the day like just another Monday until Mary Leigh mentioned that she didn't have to work today. I called the station to make sure.
MA splits a half-dozen grilled oysters with me, and then we share a fried seafood platter. It seems to me that the prices here have gone up a bit. $28 for the platter? Hmm. But the place is packed most of the time.
I would very much like to attend our regular Monday night NPAS rehearsal. But the chorus is on hiatus, and we don't begin our study for the next show until next week. Alissa Rowe, our conductor, is asking for quartets and trios to come up with songs about dancing, the theme of the upcoming show. I'm going to try to find some other members to join me on "Dancing In The Dark," in a version with a slow, romantic beat. The hard part will be finding the other three people, who will almost certainly have better skills than I do.
