Hubbie got up at 6:30 this morning, so he could get ready to go help the Master Gardeners with a plant bulbs sale at the Extension Services office. The MGs arrived at 7:30 to get things set up for the sale that began at 8 a.m. and went on until noon.
I slept until 7:30, and after breakfast I did a treadmill session. Once I was ready for the day, I went to Mother's house to help her take a shower. Hubbie installed a flexible shower head in Mother's shower/tub yesterday to make it easier for her to bathe. I took our bathtub stool over to her house so she wouldn't have to stand while she bathed, and I wore a swimsuit, so I could get in the tub with her and help her stand and sit, and get into and out of the tub.
For several days, Mother has contented herself with bird baths, so she felt a lot better after having a full shower. The procedure exhausted her, though, so afterward she spent most of the day sitting in her rocking chair.
I put a load of towels and sheets into the washer for her, which she managed to put into the dryer later.
I returned home to do a few things around our house, and then checked on her after lunch. She said she was feeling a little nauseated after eating a slice a bread and butter, but otherwise she was okay.
After lunch, Hubbie and I went downtown for a little while...first to the museum to see what was going on during the family day event. I thought that a group of the Inter-Tribal Association were to be there to demonstrate dancing. But they didn't show up. However, this morning other members led visitors in erecting a 15-foot tepee, which sat on the front lawn this afternoon.
One member was explaining how early Indians killed a deer, skinned it, and dried the hide. A farrier had his tools for shoeing horses on display, and a man and his son demonstrated blacksmithing. A few members demonstrated bead work, leather work, and other native crafts.
From there, we went to Main Street, where an antiques and crafts fair was going on. I certainly hope the vendors had more success yesterday, because there weren't many folks in the area today. This was a bad day to plan any activity in town, because our state football team was playing, beginning at 11:30 this morning.
I recorded the game for us to watch later, so when we heard the game playing loudly on a radio in the pocket park, we refused to visit that area...we didn't want to know the score. There were several vendors in the park, but I missed visiting them.
We strolled through a couple of antique/flea market stores, but the only item I found was a small ceramic nativity scene that lights with a votive candle. It has a small broken place in one of the palm trees, but I guess it was worth the fifty cents I paid for it.
From there, we went to the WDCS for a few grocery items, including a pint of fat-free half and half milk to use in making cream of tomato soup.
I had planned to have bagel pizzas for supper, but since Mother didn't want to eat this evening, we opted for the soup with grilled cheese sandwiches.
We watched the football game as soon as we got back from town. We fully expected our team to win this game by a wide margin, but they only skinned by with a five point lead.
After the game, I went to check on Mother. She had fixed herself some Ramen noodle soup for supper and seemed to feel better. I visited for a while, washed her dishes, and moved the intercom from the end table near the couch to the end table near the rocking chair, where she is spending most of her time. I don't want her to have to hop up to answer it when I call.
Back home, Hubbie and I watched the 1998 psychological thriller movie, "Safe House," starring Patrick Stewart. Past government activities put an ex-intelligence operative in danger. He apparently has secret infomation about a presidential front-runner. But now he is in the early stages of Alzheimer's Disease and fears for his life. He has a sophisticated computer monitoring system, and a closet full of disguises for when he needs to leave his house. During his working life, his family had no idea about his work life, so his daughter and son-in-law are convinced he's simply being paranoid, and they hire a caretaker for him.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Friday, Oct. 21
Up at 6:30 to get ready to go to water aerobics. Wow, it was cold this morning. I'm just not ready for winter! I'm not fond of mornings like this one, when I can see my breath, when the van steering wheel is icy to the touch, and when the ground is covered in frost.
When I arrived at the gym, there were only two others there. We began to wonder if anyone else would attend the session, but we went on up to the pool. Today was the first time I've been the first one in the pool (other than a lap swimmer, who was at the end of her session).
The water was wonderfully warm, thank goodness. I fully expected it to be cool after the other two members said it was chilly on Wednesday. Eventually, other members began arriving, and finally we had around fifteen for the session.
Our regular leader has been out of pocket all week, suffering severe sinus problems. Today, we were led by another member. She's okay, but I prefer the familiar routine of the regular leader.
Today, I learned from one of the members that a local restaurant...located a couple of miles from our house...has been shut down for non payment of an electric bill. The restaurant owners had recently changed the name of the eatery, because they lost their franchise due to unsanitary kitchen conditions.
I have never liked this restaurant, and only patronized it when organizations I belong to held lunch events there. It's one of the few places in town that has a meeting room.
Back home after aerobics, I warmed up with a couple of cups of coffee, and then got ready for the day. Then I accompanied Mother to our house.
We didn't do anything productive for the rest of the morning. After lunch, we watched Monday and Tuesday night's episodes of "Dancing with the Stars."
Around 1:30, Hubbie ran a couple of errands, and then went to the Extension Services office to sort bulbs for a sale the Master Gardeners will conduct tomorrow morning.
Later, Mother cut up onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms to saute for egg substitute Ziplock bag omelets for supper. I put together the omelets, and then peeled and sliced potatoes to saute with onions in olive oil. We had the omelets and potatoes with a choice of blueberry or applesauce muffins.
I accompanied Mother to her house afterward, and then Hubbie and I watched TV for the rest of the evening.
When I arrived at the gym, there were only two others there. We began to wonder if anyone else would attend the session, but we went on up to the pool. Today was the first time I've been the first one in the pool (other than a lap swimmer, who was at the end of her session).
The water was wonderfully warm, thank goodness. I fully expected it to be cool after the other two members said it was chilly on Wednesday. Eventually, other members began arriving, and finally we had around fifteen for the session.
Our regular leader has been out of pocket all week, suffering severe sinus problems. Today, we were led by another member. She's okay, but I prefer the familiar routine of the regular leader.
Today, I learned from one of the members that a local restaurant...located a couple of miles from our house...has been shut down for non payment of an electric bill. The restaurant owners had recently changed the name of the eatery, because they lost their franchise due to unsanitary kitchen conditions.
I have never liked this restaurant, and only patronized it when organizations I belong to held lunch events there. It's one of the few places in town that has a meeting room.
Back home after aerobics, I warmed up with a couple of cups of coffee, and then got ready for the day. Then I accompanied Mother to our house.
We didn't do anything productive for the rest of the morning. After lunch, we watched Monday and Tuesday night's episodes of "Dancing with the Stars."
Around 1:30, Hubbie ran a couple of errands, and then went to the Extension Services office to sort bulbs for a sale the Master Gardeners will conduct tomorrow morning.
Later, Mother cut up onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms to saute for egg substitute Ziplock bag omelets for supper. I put together the omelets, and then peeled and sliced potatoes to saute with onions in olive oil. We had the omelets and potatoes with a choice of blueberry or applesauce muffins.
I accompanied Mother to her house afterward, and then Hubbie and I watched TV for the rest of the evening.
Thursday, Oct. 20
Up around 7 a.m., but skipped my exercises. Mother and Sis came over mid-morning, and we had an early lunch, so Sis could get on the road to her home about two hours away. She had to go to work at 5 p.m.
Mother spent the rest of the day at her house, and I gathered the necessary materials for making greeting cards at the regular meeting of the scrapbook club.
I received a call from one of the members this morning, who said she could not attend because she wanted to be with her sister-in-law, who was expecting to get bad news from her doctor. Mother, of course, wasn't up to going to the meeting either, since her back is still bothering her after a recent fall.
I called the only other member, who said she wanted to meet, since she had begun making cards that she wanted to finish at the meeting. I was a bit pooped from our trip, and was halfway hoping she would want to cancel the meeting, but since she did not, I geared up and went to the Extension Services office at 1 p.m.
Before going, I printed scenic photos from our trip to Branson, which I used as background for making four cards this afternoon. The other member completed six or eight cards while we were there. All of the cards will be donated to Caring Hands Hospice.
We agreed to meet again in November to make Christmas cards, unless this lady has to undergo hernia surgery at that time, or foul weather prevents our meeting.
Back home a little after 3 p.m. I relaxed and read several days worth of newspapers until time to fix supper, which was leftover spaghetti, with a side of coleslaw.
Then we watched TV until bedtime.
Mother spent the rest of the day at her house, and I gathered the necessary materials for making greeting cards at the regular meeting of the scrapbook club.
I received a call from one of the members this morning, who said she could not attend because she wanted to be with her sister-in-law, who was expecting to get bad news from her doctor. Mother, of course, wasn't up to going to the meeting either, since her back is still bothering her after a recent fall.
I called the only other member, who said she wanted to meet, since she had begun making cards that she wanted to finish at the meeting. I was a bit pooped from our trip, and was halfway hoping she would want to cancel the meeting, but since she did not, I geared up and went to the Extension Services office at 1 p.m.
Before going, I printed scenic photos from our trip to Branson, which I used as background for making four cards this afternoon. The other member completed six or eight cards while we were there. All of the cards will be donated to Caring Hands Hospice.
We agreed to meet again in November to make Christmas cards, unless this lady has to undergo hernia surgery at that time, or foul weather prevents our meeting.
Back home a little after 3 p.m. I relaxed and read several days worth of newspapers until time to fix supper, which was leftover spaghetti, with a side of coleslaw.
Then we watched TV until bedtime.
Wednesday, Oct. 19
We were up around 6:30 this downright cold morning, and were on the road home by about 9 a.m. On the way, we stopped at a fruit store to buy local apples, and then later stopped to have lunch.
We arrived home around 1:30 p.m. Sis had prepared sauce for a spaghetti supper later. Daughter stayed the rest of the afternoon to visit with Mother, and left around 6 p.m. to travel to her home about two hours away. Sis stayed overnight.
Hubbie and I spent some time during the afternoon unloading the camper and putting things away. Later, after Sis and Mother went to Mother's house, we watched a little TV, and then hit the sack.
We arrived home around 1:30 p.m. Sis had prepared sauce for a spaghetti supper later. Daughter stayed the rest of the afternoon to visit with Mother, and left around 6 p.m. to travel to her home about two hours away. Sis stayed overnight.
Hubbie and I spent some time during the afternoon unloading the camper and putting things away. Later, after Sis and Mother went to Mother's house, we watched a little TV, and then hit the sack.
Tuesday, Oct. 18
We were up around 7 a.m. on this very cold, rainy morning. After breakfast, we visited Inspiration Tower, a 230-foot-tall structure that
affords a spectacular 360 degree view of the surrounding rolling Ozark hills, which today were in the beginning stages of fall colors. It's said that on a clear day, one can see 90 miles. Certainly, we could see the lake and the far distant hills in the distance.
At this tower, there has recently been installed an extreme zipline, the length of which is 2370 feet, with a drop of 370 feet. The top speed of the zipline is 50 miles an hour, and it arrives at the bottom in one minute. Price? $30. I think not, even if I weren't terrified of heights, and even if I didn't have a heart condition.
The tower, however, is a wonderful place for taking pictures of the scenery. The overcast day helped soften the colors of the trees. Daughter loved this beautiful spot, as did I.
After visiting the tower, we headed to a lunch/show at one of the theaters. The show was very entertaining, but we were disappointed with the lunch, which consisted of a hot dog with chili, a bag of potato chips, a small container of "strawberry soup," and a chocolate chip cookie, for the exorbitant price of $10 and a few cents. When I called to make reservations for the show, I asked if we could skip the lunch. I was told we could do that, but they would still charge the $10 fee, which would be called tax. I was miffed at this rip-off tactic, but I had no choice but pay it, since we already had tickets to the show.
I haven't eaten a hot dog in at least four years, because they are loaded with fat and salt, but today it was either eat it or go hungry.
We thoroughly enjoyed the show, though, which featured a ventriloquist, who is also a comedian and musician. His act included three charming dogs. He obtained the dogs from a local shelter, and he is an avid promoter of rescued animals, as well promoting spaying and neutering pets.
After the show, the performer brought his dogs out front for people to pet. They are adorable, and I enjoyed petting them, but then I had to make a mad dash for the exit, because I had a sudden meltdown thinking about our beloved Shih Tzu that we lost in September.
After the show, we returned to the Amish shop, and visited a couple of craft shops, before going back to the camper for a supper of potato or tomato soup, with pimento cheese sandwiches.
Later, we went to Branson Landing again. This time, the stores were open. We started at Bass Pro Shop to visit the huge nature display and the aquarium. The aquarium features an enormous catfish, as well as an albino trout.
From there, we went to a store that specializes in chairs and other devices that massage the body, legs, and feet. Daughter and I tried the foot massager, which grabs the feet and squeezes the dickens out them, and then massages the bottoms with what felt like wooden rollers. I'm ticklish, so I probably would have removed my feet from the device if it would have released me.
While we were playing with the massager, a lady about my age sat in the next chair and used the leg massager. She commented that it might not be a good idea for her to do that, because as a child of about twelve, she was in a farming accident that severed her right foot, leaving only an artery intact.
This was in the 1950s, but doctors at that time worked many hours to re-attach her foot, and they succeeded. Now she has a little numbness in some toes, and that foot is smaller than the left foot, but at least she can walk on it.
We left the store at 8 p.m. and went to the center of the mall, to enjoy the water feature. Daughter went down front, as close to the water as possible. She was startled when the cannons loudly belched fire behind the 120-foot water geysers. Hubbie and I were farther back, and I couldn't help laughing when she turned around and shot a surprised look my way.
Back at camp, we got ready to hit the sack, since we wanted to arise pretty early Wednesday to head home.
affords a spectacular 360 degree view of the surrounding rolling Ozark hills, which today were in the beginning stages of fall colors. It's said that on a clear day, one can see 90 miles. Certainly, we could see the lake and the far distant hills in the distance.
At this tower, there has recently been installed an extreme zipline, the length of which is 2370 feet, with a drop of 370 feet. The top speed of the zipline is 50 miles an hour, and it arrives at the bottom in one minute. Price? $30. I think not, even if I weren't terrified of heights, and even if I didn't have a heart condition.
The tower, however, is a wonderful place for taking pictures of the scenery. The overcast day helped soften the colors of the trees. Daughter loved this beautiful spot, as did I.
After visiting the tower, we headed to a lunch/show at one of the theaters. The show was very entertaining, but we were disappointed with the lunch, which consisted of a hot dog with chili, a bag of potato chips, a small container of "strawberry soup," and a chocolate chip cookie, for the exorbitant price of $10 and a few cents. When I called to make reservations for the show, I asked if we could skip the lunch. I was told we could do that, but they would still charge the $10 fee, which would be called tax. I was miffed at this rip-off tactic, but I had no choice but pay it, since we already had tickets to the show.
I haven't eaten a hot dog in at least four years, because they are loaded with fat and salt, but today it was either eat it or go hungry.
We thoroughly enjoyed the show, though, which featured a ventriloquist, who is also a comedian and musician. His act included three charming dogs. He obtained the dogs from a local shelter, and he is an avid promoter of rescued animals, as well promoting spaying and neutering pets.
After the show, the performer brought his dogs out front for people to pet. They are adorable, and I enjoyed petting them, but then I had to make a mad dash for the exit, because I had a sudden meltdown thinking about our beloved Shih Tzu that we lost in September.
After the show, we returned to the Amish shop, and visited a couple of craft shops, before going back to the camper for a supper of potato or tomato soup, with pimento cheese sandwiches.
Later, we went to Branson Landing again. This time, the stores were open. We started at Bass Pro Shop to visit the huge nature display and the aquarium. The aquarium features an enormous catfish, as well as an albino trout.
From there, we went to a store that specializes in chairs and other devices that massage the body, legs, and feet. Daughter and I tried the foot massager, which grabs the feet and squeezes the dickens out them, and then massages the bottoms with what felt like wooden rollers. I'm ticklish, so I probably would have removed my feet from the device if it would have released me.
While we were playing with the massager, a lady about my age sat in the next chair and used the leg massager. She commented that it might not be a good idea for her to do that, because as a child of about twelve, she was in a farming accident that severed her right foot, leaving only an artery intact.
This was in the 1950s, but doctors at that time worked many hours to re-attach her foot, and they succeeded. Now she has a little numbness in some toes, and that foot is smaller than the left foot, but at least she can walk on it.
We left the store at 8 p.m. and went to the center of the mall, to enjoy the water feature. Daughter went down front, as close to the water as possible. She was startled when the cannons loudly belched fire behind the 120-foot water geysers. Hubbie and I were farther back, and I couldn't help laughing when she turned around and shot a surprised look my way.
Back at camp, we got ready to hit the sack, since we wanted to arise pretty early Wednesday to head home.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, Oct. 17
This morning after breakfast, we went to the Butterfly Palace. Hubbie and I have been to the attraction before, so he was not interested in touring it again. He preferred to stay in the truck and read a book, while Daughter and I enjoyed the facility.
We started by going through the mirrored rain forest maze. Daughter enjoyed this immensely. From there, we went into the area that contains the butterflies. We were cautioned to watch our step so as not to step on the fragile creatures. We were also cautioned not to touch the butterflies. But we could take all the pictures we wished, and I snapped a lot of them.
We finished the tour by viewing a film about Monarch butterflies. Daughter and I were both interested in the fact that the butterflies dine on poisonous milkweed, to which they are immune, but which poisons other animals if they eat the butterflies. The white dots on the butterflies are an advertisement to animals and birds to stir clear of these critters.
It was noon when we left the Butterfly Palace, and time for lunch. We returned to the camper for a while and then in the afternoon, we went first to an Amish shop. where I picked up containers of spices for Mother, as well as packages of vegetable chips, and jars of jellies. I also bought lemon curd to give to Mother for Christmas, and a package of lemon snaps to give her when we got back home.
From there, we went to a Christmas shop. Here, we bought a couple of Christmas ornaments, and a large nativity scene. The nativity scene is one piece, sculpted from wood, and will be impossible for the cats to knock off the table (our black cat broke two ceramic sets last Christmas).
We also visited a food and drinks tasting at one of the stores. We bought packages of vegetable dip at this shop.
Then we went back to camp for a supper of baked potatoes and barbecue sandwiches. Around 6:30, we went to a theater to see the Amazing Chinese Acrobats. And they were amazing. A large troupe of very young Chinese men and women performed all sorts of very impressive acrobatics and illusions.
The show lasted until 10:30. The weather was cool when we entered the theater, but when we left, it was raining and sharply colder. We were back at camp around 11 p.m., ready to hit the sack after another very busy, but very fun day.
We started by going through the mirrored rain forest maze. Daughter enjoyed this immensely. From there, we went into the area that contains the butterflies. We were cautioned to watch our step so as not to step on the fragile creatures. We were also cautioned not to touch the butterflies. But we could take all the pictures we wished, and I snapped a lot of them.
We finished the tour by viewing a film about Monarch butterflies. Daughter and I were both interested in the fact that the butterflies dine on poisonous milkweed, to which they are immune, but which poisons other animals if they eat the butterflies. The white dots on the butterflies are an advertisement to animals and birds to stir clear of these critters.
It was noon when we left the Butterfly Palace, and time for lunch. We returned to the camper for a while and then in the afternoon, we went first to an Amish shop. where I picked up containers of spices for Mother, as well as packages of vegetable chips, and jars of jellies. I also bought lemon curd to give to Mother for Christmas, and a package of lemon snaps to give her when we got back home.
From there, we went to a Christmas shop. Here, we bought a couple of Christmas ornaments, and a large nativity scene. The nativity scene is one piece, sculpted from wood, and will be impossible for the cats to knock off the table (our black cat broke two ceramic sets last Christmas).
We also visited a food and drinks tasting at one of the stores. We bought packages of vegetable dip at this shop.
Then we went back to camp for a supper of baked potatoes and barbecue sandwiches. Around 6:30, we went to a theater to see the Amazing Chinese Acrobats. And they were amazing. A large troupe of very young Chinese men and women performed all sorts of very impressive acrobatics and illusions.
The show lasted until 10:30. The weather was cool when we entered the theater, but when we left, it was raining and sharply colder. We were back at camp around 11 p.m., ready to hit the sack after another very busy, but very fun day.
Sunday, Oct. 16
Sis arrived around 9 a.m. to stay with Mother during the time we were away in Branson. We left the house shortly thereafter. Daughter went with us.
It was a sunny, warm, beautiful autumn day. Even though it's mid-October, autumn colors are still sparse, though there was more color as we traveled north.
It was an uneventful trip...lots of fields, pastures, deteriorating houses and barns, horses, cattle, and goats grazing. In one pasture, Belted Galloway cattle grazed...a breed originating in Galloway, in the southwest of Scotland. The cattle are black, with a wide white band around the middle. The first time we saw this breed of unusual looking cattle was in Texas. We were surprised to see them in our state.
We stopped at a visitor's center about an hour from Branson to have lunch, and arrived at the campground around 2 p.m.
Hubbie has had trouble backing our camper into spaces before, but never as much as today. He just could not get the camper to maneuver correctly, and obviously, my guidance didn't help.
After several aborted attempts, he finally drove away. I was a little taken aback by that, until I looked around and saw that two vehicles...one pulling a camper...were waiting for him to get our camper situated. I knew then that a big part of Hubbie's problem in getting the camper backed into the space was his anxiety over people being held up by his attempts, and by others witnessing his ineptness.
The man in the first vehicle laughed and called out, "Stop harassing that poor man!"
"Well," I said, "he doesn't trust me, so I have trouble guiding him."
"We have the same problem," his wife commented.
The man in the second vehicle laughed and said, "He might never come back."
When he didn't return in a few minutes, Daughter began to wonder if indeed he had left the campground. I assured her that he was only making another circle around the campground to get into position for backing into the space, which this time he succeeded in doing without threat to a post and a picnic table.
Once the camper was set up, we hopped in the truck to tour Branson...to an overlook, to the dam and fish hatchery, and down the strip. This was Daughter's first trip to Branson in many years, so she was fascinated by the Titanic ship museum, the huge gorilla on the Empire State Building replica, and the Believe it or Not museum that looks like a cracked and splitting building.
At the fish hatchery, I was amused by a sign warning folks to stay away from a tub planted with prickly pear cactus and poison ivy.
This afternoon, we also visited two wineries. At one of them, we agreed to a tour of the cellar. Here, an older man showed us how he bottles sparkling spumante. During the course of the talk, there was a man standing in a nearby hallway loudly talking business on his cell phone. He was so disturbingly loud that I finally walked up to him and motioned for him to lower the level of his voice. He apologized and walked way down to the end of the hall to finish his conversation.
Our speaker joked that since today was Sunday, there was a Missouri policy against serving wine. "So," he joked, "since we can't serve you at the wine tasting, your host will taste the selections for you."
Policy or not, we were all served several samples of our choice of dry or sweet wines. Afterward, we bought bottles of the spumante, as well as sparkling raspberry juice.
Back at camp, we had a supper of ham, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and coleslaw, after which we went to Branson Landing. It was a lovely evening for a stroll down the landing, but unfortunately, there were very few stores open, and there were no water and fire shows tonight.
So we returned to camp and got ready for bed. It was a long day, and we were pretty tired and ready to sleep.
It was a sunny, warm, beautiful autumn day. Even though it's mid-October, autumn colors are still sparse, though there was more color as we traveled north.
It was an uneventful trip...lots of fields, pastures, deteriorating houses and barns, horses, cattle, and goats grazing. In one pasture, Belted Galloway cattle grazed...a breed originating in Galloway, in the southwest of Scotland. The cattle are black, with a wide white band around the middle. The first time we saw this breed of unusual looking cattle was in Texas. We were surprised to see them in our state.
We stopped at a visitor's center about an hour from Branson to have lunch, and arrived at the campground around 2 p.m.
Hubbie has had trouble backing our camper into spaces before, but never as much as today. He just could not get the camper to maneuver correctly, and obviously, my guidance didn't help.
After several aborted attempts, he finally drove away. I was a little taken aback by that, until I looked around and saw that two vehicles...one pulling a camper...were waiting for him to get our camper situated. I knew then that a big part of Hubbie's problem in getting the camper backed into the space was his anxiety over people being held up by his attempts, and by others witnessing his ineptness.
The man in the first vehicle laughed and called out, "Stop harassing that poor man!"
"Well," I said, "he doesn't trust me, so I have trouble guiding him."
"We have the same problem," his wife commented.
The man in the second vehicle laughed and said, "He might never come back."
When he didn't return in a few minutes, Daughter began to wonder if indeed he had left the campground. I assured her that he was only making another circle around the campground to get into position for backing into the space, which this time he succeeded in doing without threat to a post and a picnic table.
Once the camper was set up, we hopped in the truck to tour Branson...to an overlook, to the dam and fish hatchery, and down the strip. This was Daughter's first trip to Branson in many years, so she was fascinated by the Titanic ship museum, the huge gorilla on the Empire State Building replica, and the Believe it or Not museum that looks like a cracked and splitting building.
At the fish hatchery, I was amused by a sign warning folks to stay away from a tub planted with prickly pear cactus and poison ivy.
This afternoon, we also visited two wineries. At one of them, we agreed to a tour of the cellar. Here, an older man showed us how he bottles sparkling spumante. During the course of the talk, there was a man standing in a nearby hallway loudly talking business on his cell phone. He was so disturbingly loud that I finally walked up to him and motioned for him to lower the level of his voice. He apologized and walked way down to the end of the hall to finish his conversation.
Our speaker joked that since today was Sunday, there was a Missouri policy against serving wine. "So," he joked, "since we can't serve you at the wine tasting, your host will taste the selections for you."
Policy or not, we were all served several samples of our choice of dry or sweet wines. Afterward, we bought bottles of the spumante, as well as sparkling raspberry juice.
Back at camp, we had a supper of ham, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and coleslaw, after which we went to Branson Landing. It was a lovely evening for a stroll down the landing, but unfortunately, there were very few stores open, and there were no water and fire shows tonight.
So we returned to camp and got ready for bed. It was a long day, and we were pretty tired and ready to sleep.
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