Bee the adventure.

We took to the road over the weekend. It felt good to leave town for a few days. Change of scenery did the head and heart some good. The body, not so much. We left early Friday and headed for the coast. Doctor recommended frequent stops to stretch the legs and back. And so we did. 

Years ago Out-of-Town-Son lived in Hattiesburg and introduced us to the Plaid Rhino. We like stopping in from time to time. They have changed the menu, but we still got the things we wanted. For Mr. Macho it is a hamburger with a fried egg on it. 

For me it was the shrimp po-boy. 

We stopped at Mom's before checking in to our hotel. It was her birthday weekend and that was part of the reason we were there. She is actually 94 years of age today. Can you imagine? Other than being extremely hearing impaired she plugs along amazingly well. With a little help from her friends. 

The other reason we traveled to the Coast was to see Beach Boy and his family and to attend the Friday night football game of the team he helps coach. We cheered on the Bearcats, unsuccessfully. Not a bad game...there is hope and good things happening for the team. The best thing happening is that they have some terrific coaches in place that are really teaching the boys football and life lessons. Being a part of a team is chock full of good life lessons. Having  good coaches is icing on the cake. 

Our Millie couldn't hang. She and her big sister lasted until right before half time when they got to go home and sack out. 

Saturday morning we attended the inaugural "Pigskin and Pearls" football fund raiser in the high school cafeteria. Well done, coaches' wives! 

For lunch we went to the local eclectic eatery...Darwell's. It is a favorite spot. I love the way the owner greets most all his customers and schmoozes them up. This time he regaled us with his wrestling prowess. 

The art on the walls is the work of the owner's father, who is reputed to be the author of the lyrics to the old Three Dog Night song, "One (is the Loneliest Number)".  It's a good story. I hope it's true. 

After lunch we did a little shopping in The Pass and drove over The Bay bridge. Trees laden with spanish moss stir something deep inside me. My idea of heaven = sitting in a comfortable chair, facing the water, with a cool drink under one of these beauties. 

We got to spend a few more hours visiting with Mom and taking her to Saturday Mass at her Parish church. She can not hear what the priest is saying, but she wouldn't miss it. 

Later we went to watch some football with Beach Boy & Co. Sister Marsha dropped by for a brief visit.

Sunday we had a lazy start. Slept late and took our time checking out. We met Beach Boy and family for a brunch. 

Nice stranger offered to snap our photo. Sweet Pea doesn't particularly like to stand still for the photo op. You can see her yellow dress behind me, and one purple flip-flop clad foot between me and Mr. Macho, if you look close. 

I told her I wanted to show her something. And when she saw us on the phone screen she said, "I know what that is. It's a selfie!" Of course it was. I think her great Aunt Rhonda taught her that! 

The ride home was fine with a nice stop at Out-of-Town-Son's house for a quick visit. It was good to get back to our locale. The sight of cotton ready to pick let us know we were back in our county and almost home. And. I have to say, as much as I looove the adventure, there truly is no place like home. 

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My back behaved, for the most part, this weekend. This morning is good. I have been to the gym. I feel stronger. 

On to the next thing.