I love my mother to death, but having lived alone for so long, I'm used to having my quiet time. I don't get ANY quiet time at my mom's house. So I'm at McDonalds, where it isn't quiet, using their free WiFi and trying to get my bearings.
I have had a stressful trip this time. I don't know why--if it's because I have a friend with me when I'm used to traveling alone or what it is, but I really DO need my peace and quiet. I think that's the reason I practically live at the movie theatre during the school year--a movie gives me a couple hours of quiet time with no one talking to me or expecting me to answer
We've gone out to eat for every meal since I've been here, and for some reason, I've felt sick twice. I think I'm eating too fast. Yesterday, we ate at a small restaurant in Ithaca called "The Piggery". All local products, including their own farm-raised pork. The pulled pork slider was delicious, and I was smart enough to not try to eat the bread. I love bread, but it definitely is NOT my friend! Last night, we went to Texas Roadhouse where I had the kids' portion of ribs: four ribs with a (way too) large portion of mashed potatoes. I ate two of the ribs and about a third of the potatoes and was full, full, full.
We went to Phil's Chicken for lunch today--and it was delicious. I paced myself better, had chicken and a few bites of potato salad. I still felt a bit off until I had hiccups. I get hiccups almost daily, but today I felt better when they stopped. Weird. When I'm alone, I eat slow enough, but for some reason, I tend to eat too fast when I'm with someone. I guess I get caught up in the conversation and forget to pay attention.
I stopped up at BOCES today, where I used to work, and saw an old friend, Kathy, and then stopped to say hi to Jeanie even though I saw her last month when I was up here. Both ladies looked great, and we had really good chats.
I need to be patient with my mother. I know that a time is coming when I'm going to miss ANY of our talks. I just need to breathe!