Sweet to Cranky

Last Friday we drove down to Illinois and visited Kristanna, Zachary's sister, at the hospital. She was on bed rest at the hospital for a few weeks before she delivered little Landon Calvin last week. He was born early, weighing about 4 pounds. He will have to stay there for a few weeks, to grow stronger. He is a healthy little boy and we are glad both him and Kristanna made it okay.

After meeting Landon, we visited with Kristanna for a couple hours. It was good to see her again. Zachary had her laughing which is good, but with staples in from a c-section, made it more a ha ha ouch. We'd like to visit again once the family is all settled in at home together.

Afterwards we stopped at one of our favorite places to eat in Illinois, Walker Brothers. Breakfast for any meal is a great idea in our minds. Zachary had his stand by, Buttermilk Pancakes. I was feeling a little more adventurous and had the Mediterranean Omelet. It had feta cheese, spinach, tomatoes, onions, oregano and Kalamata olives. It was a tasty combination. We also brought home one of their famous frozen apple pancakes for later. (It was very good. I ate it Sunday.)

The downside of the meal was table near us. There was 3 older women dining together. One was a very loud sourpuss that dominated the conversion at their table and everyone near them. I think every 3rd word from her was either horrible, terrible, or awful. The other women seemed reasonable, but she had an sour opinion on every topic they discussed, from widowers, to children, to clothing, and she spoke it loudly with vigor. I wonder if she has smiled in last 10 years? I am glad not all older people get that way. We both vowed to not become an old crank one day.
Smile lady, it's flowers.