We started the weekend with a splurge by eating at our favorite Indian restaurant, Himalaya's on South Memorial. As usual, the food was great. We only allow ourselves to eat there occasionally because we always gain weight when we go there. Of late, we have learned to start the meal with a bowl of Chat, a type of Indian Salad usually consumed as street food. Imagine a combination of beans, savory vegetables and puffed wheat. I know it sounds strange but it is vegetarian and filling and while low in calories still absolutely delicious. But even doing that, we still gain weight.
Sheila spent most of Saturday out. First, she babysat little Ben for a while and then took him and Ella (our daughter Michelle's step daughter) to a family lunch. I didn't go. I worked a couple of hours that morning and watched about half of the film version of Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night. Fitzgerald does not translate well to the screen. The permanent psychological problems of some incest survivors and the sacrifices made by those who try to live with them are probably beyond the scope of the film genre and should be left to the written word
By 3:00 Sheila was home and we headed on our chores. I had just about quit going to Name Brand Clothing but I am glad I did Saturday. I had been searching for a pair of Wranglers in my size for months. They had pair, perfectly hemmed to leg length. They were brand new and only $3.00! Big and tall men's clothes cost a fortune. That was an amazing deal.
Sunday morning, we headed for the farm. No agenda, no particular chores. Just a day in the country. I spent an hour or so zeroing the sights on my new high powered air rifle and then trying to teach Sheila how to shoot both a low power and a high powered air gun. Surprisingly, she did a lot better with with the large, heavy high power air rifle than the youth sized low power Crossman. I am not happy with the accuracy of either. We had a strong crosswind but that should not have affected a gun with a muzzle velocity approaching 1000 feet per second. That is 80% of the energy of a .22 long rifle pushing a smaller projectile. Maybe it is the smaller projectile being blown around by the wind. I have been trying to avoid taking an air gun to an indoor range. I can't imagine the looks I would get firing it next to a guy shooting an AR-15. But, I may have to do it to get that gun's problems ironed out. This gun is capable of great accuracy. I am just not getting the best out of it.
As dark approached, we packed up, shut the farmhouse down and headed home. We had an excellent Chinese supper at the little place off the US59 exit in Sallisaw and a quiet drive home listening to old time radio on the car's satellite receiver. As usual, a good time was had by all.
We started the weekend with a splurge by eating at our favorite Indian restaurant, Himalaya's on South Memorial. As usual, the food was great. We only allow ourselves to eat there occasionally because we always gain weight when we go there. Of late, we have learned to start the meal with a bowl of Chat, a type of Indian Salad usually consumed as street food. Imagine a combination of beans, savory vegetables and puffed wheat. I know it sounds strange but it is vegetarian and filling and while low in calories still absolutely delicious. But even doing that, we still gain weight.
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