Restaurant OR Funeral Home?

For almost four years I passed by what I thought was a funeral home in my many walks to and from the library in my Midwest town. I never really noticed any activity in there nor looked up at the sign which was placed about spiderman level on the side of the building. I am pretty nearsighted and even my trifocal glasses (distance, reading, and computer screen) at best outdoors allow me to know whether someone is following me, not get hit by a car, and basically get home without being killed. Plus, half the year I am negotiating stepping on over or around snow, ice, and black ice. Sometimes I'm pushing my two wheeler cart that doesn't have snow tires.
So one Friday evening I was on my way home from the library and about to pass by the funeral home again. There was a man and I think his 12 year old son just a few paces in front of me. Then the man opened the front door of the funeral home and asked his son,
"Do you want eat here?" The son said,
"Yeah, okay, I guess."
I said,
"Oh my god is this a restaurant?"
The man said,
"Yeah, its been here since I was born and some of their food is pretty good."
"Oh," I thought. I will check it out.
Then, I looked directly up and saw a vertical neon sign that read "Resta-rant" cuz the "u" light was out. "Established 1897".
The man's son held the door open for me and I two-wheeled inside.
It looked clean and pretty inside and I didn't see any caskets. There was a sign on the wall that said, " Weekly homtown specials". I thought their food might be better than their spelling and I ought to give em a chance. Plus I saw a Friday fish special and found out it wasn't even breaded or fried! The counter girl was polite and friendly and asked if I wanted a "to go" order or eat in. I said,
"Well, I got all these library books, I'm gonna treat myself and eat here.
So I ordered the fish (species unknown) with 2 sides (green beans and macaroni and cheese) and a glass of water.
It didn't take too long for my food to arrive. There were only 3 customers in the restaurant, the man and his son and me.
Courteously, the counter girl set my food down. I thanked her, picked up the fork and sampled the food.
" Oh my god, I thought! I was right! This IS a funeral home. I am eating leftovers from 1897!" Their menu does not describe the food very well.  If it is petrified and aged in a wooden casket in the basement it should say so.
I ate a few more bites mostly green beans since I didn't see any fur on them and washed it down with water that tasted just like the tap water I get at home that my cat refuses to drink.
"I'm ready to go, I'd like to pay now" I said. The counter girl offered to wrap up my leftovers to take home but I said,
"No thanks anyway, I'm full. Do you have a " take out " menu?" Secretly I meant I would "take that out of town."
I paid and I left, looking up once again at the sign on the building that read "Resta-rant thinking for the words "Funeral Home", that's pretty bad typing.

"Girls Get Hungry Too"

When I was in my early twenties I lived with 2 females of the same age.  One weekend all 3 of us had dinner dates with young men on the same night.  We all went our separate ways on our dates.  Close to midnight, one by one we all came home.  We all asked each other how our dates went, where did we go and what did we have to eat.  All 3 of us all knew that girls are supposed to be skinny and so we each tried to impress our boyfriends by eating only skinny girl portions of food.  "Where did you go?  What did you eat?"

"We went to "Sally's Salads, Sandwiches, and Stuff"  one of us said.  My boyfriend wants me to be skinny so I ordered a side salad ala carte and picked at it like a tweety bird. How bout you?"  "We went to a barbeque place but all I ate were 2 chicken wings and a half a biscuit with no butter."  And, you, they asked?"  "I had a McNugget."

Then Suzanne who had gotten home first said that her boyfriend had to work the next day so she got home early.  Suzanne asked us, "Well, are you still hungry?"

"Hungry, we said..... Were STARVING!!!"

Suzanne said not to worry because she has already put a pot roast in the oven and it will be ready in about an hour.  What a Godsend we thought.
I said, "When that pot roast comes out don't turn the oven off because I'm gonna put a chocolate cake in there.

So the 3 of us watched comedy reruns on TV but as soon as that kitchen timer went "ding!", we were all in the kitchen in about 3 seconds.  We pulled that roast out of the oven and nailed it like finger food, carnivores that we were.  After we threw the bone away (since none of us had a dog then), Suzanne and Karen went to bed.  I had to stay up to take the cake out that we were all too full to eat that night anyway.  When I got it out I thought, Well there's Sunday brunch, and also went to bed.

Next day, Sunday, noonish or so, we all gathered in the kitchen again and nailed the chocolate cake (again, finger food!)  None of us ended up having to wash many dishes that weekend, no plates or silverware since we all had fingerfood!

Frogs in Vermont

Did you know that baby frogs like to have fun?  When I was about 7 years old while vacationing with my family in Vermont in the early summer, my brother and I went exploring at a frogpond.  Bullfrogs were bellowing in the distance but we were attracted to the little beach and the nearby cattails and moss on the rocks.  In no time at all, I found a little baby frog still with a bit of tadpole tail and I scooped it up.  I held it in my hands for awhile observing its behavior and then thought I'd better get it back in the water.  At the edge of the little beach I threw the little frog up into the air and into the pond about 10 feet out and waited.  Soon I saw a little frog swimming up to the beach and I put my hand down palm side up and this little frog climbed onto the palm of my hand.

 I looked at this frog and thought, "This is the same frog.  It has a little rusty colored edge on one of the 5 black spots on its rear end".  I threw the frog back into the water.  The same frog swam back to the beach and climbed on my hand again.  I thought, "This is fun"!  My brother got involved as well as a few other baby frogs.  We threw our frogs into the water and waited for them to swim back to our hands.  We did this over and over again until the baby frogs were tired which was about 4 times in a row.