Tuesday, May 19, 2009

All's Well...

On Saturday of our Yurt adventure we got up early and walked through the wetlands again. I had never seen live ducks like Daffy Duck. Completely black little ducks with bright yellow bills and feet. Herds of them. Unfortunately none of them spoke.

It was still raining and I had another massage scheduled at noon. After breakfast, to kill time until the massaging hour, we decided to drive around and see the local country. We headed south toward Utah. I am from farm country and do admire a well tended piece of ground. I was in hog heaven this whole excursion. All the farms were down on the valley floor and the houses overlooked them from the sides of the hills. These were old farms. Big mature trees and lush lawns around hundred year old houses and barns. If you plunked me down on one of those places I could be happy until the end of my days. Along the road we also stopped to see several historical sites. We learned about the Bear River Massacre, the prehistoric emptying of Lake Bonneville through Red Rock Pass and read several markers put up by Mormon families in honor of their homesteading ancestors. While we did all this it rained steadily. By the time we returned to the campgrounds I was sopping wet and frozen. I had a nice soak and then went in to have Mark's massage. I had scheduled one for each of us. He chickened out. Said he was not going to have some strange woman "rubbing" him. Too bad for him.

Now comes the not fun part of the trip. We skipped lunch because it was getting late and we wanted to get to Pocatello for a Wal-Mart run. We were going to eat there. We never did. And still it rained.

I hate Wal-Mart. I think they suck oxygen and joy out of the stores. After I have been in there for awhile I get woozy and mad. I hate myself and everyone in my vicinity. Mark walks behind me and pats my butt like you would do to a horse to urge it forward. This just makes me madder. Every three or four months we go into a big town to go to Wal-Mart. We were past due and out of everything. We spent three and a half hours in there. With no lunch, oxygen or joy. Two carts full of stuff later we finally left. We stuffed the car up to the gills. And then we proceeded to have a huge fight. A real donnybrook. I was hungry and tired and frustrated about spending a fortune on toilet paper and hoses and window shades. Mark was hungry and mad about spending our vacation time buying laundry soap, Swiffer Dusters and cans of garbanzo beans. The fight was about where to eat lunch. We never did eat. After the accusations and hollering were done we drove back to the campground in stony silence....

To a pre-scheduled romantic steak dinner for two in the campground grill to celebrate our anniversary. Ho, ho, ho. We arrived just in the nick of time, silent and wet, to the sweetest dinner anyone has ever prepared for us. They had cordoned off one end of the grill dining room and set up the table. Cloth table covering, napkins and candles. The lights were turned down low and soft music was playing. We were the only people in the dining room. Our table was against the floor to ceiling windows and over looked the hot springs. The springs were steaming because of the rain. The whole world was bathed in twilight fog. Could not have been more romantic. We were served a cocktail while out dinner was being prepared. The setting, the kindness and the alcohol had the intended affect. I started, "I behaved like an ass, again. I am very sorry. I hate Wal-Mart and I know not to skip meals." Mark's turn, "No I am the one to say sorry. I am not a twelve year old boy and I know we needed all that stuff. I was hungry before we even left the campground. Next time we will eat first, and then tackle Wal-Mart." We had another wonderful meal. We took our cheesecake back to the yurt and ate it after our final soak of the day. Then we turned in and had dessert.

I will write about the books next time. Take care. Love Bea

6 comments:

Helen said...

Tried to send you a message to your FB e-mail but it bounced so I sent it through FB instead...go get it! :-)

Vickie said...

love your vacation stories!

feel the same way about the box stores - you are very smart to load up when you go so you don't have to go very often.

Annimal said...

I can understand your wal-mart pain soooo well. and Mark's position as well.
I usually put on headphones when I shop, it makes a difference in my tolerance.
I can't shop unless I've had a good meal. I make bad food choices and I am just miserable.
Love the vacation stories and the fact that you were able to make up and apologize at dinner. Don't know that I wouldn't have ruined the entire evening by continuing to pout and be stupid. Gold stars to you and Mark.

Helen said...

P.S. I love this story...and I love how you both apologized. I can totally see DB and me acting the same. And that, my friend, is TRUE LOVE. :-) Happy late anniversary.

LG said...

I'm more prone to bad behavior whenever I've not had enough sleep and/or I'm hungry. It's very astute of you two to realize what bothered and to talk about it. I'm just sorry you had a fight but all's well that end's well, right?

Annimal, I like your headphone idea...cool!

Cindy...154 said...

What a sweet story. I have to be in very fit mental condition to go to wal mart. They recently expanded and remodeled the one near me. That was even worse, things moved around, further and further away adding to the confusion and overwhelmedness I already feel when I shop there... too much stuff in one spot for me I think...last time I went I thought of it as exercise. . it helped. I love that your dinner turned out so nice.