Going with the flow

[aadler]

 
My son and daughter went out last night with their cousin (she of the new and unwanted divorce), that being one of the few opportunities they would have to do so before she had to start a new work week. They started late, because she’d worked a Saturday shift, and so stayed out late, and wound up getting home really late. And, though they’re both adult now, I stayed up waiting till they got home, with the final result that it was 4 in the morning before we got to bed.

So, we slept in late, and then spent some time locating a Catholic church within driving distance that held afternoon Mass. There’s one forty miles north on the Interstate, that Susan and I had attended last month, so we got ready and headed down that way … but we had only been there once, and the route was a bit tricky, and I had neglected to print out the MapQuest directions, and we had hope we could feel our way through memory but found ourselves unable to do so …

So when, twenty minutes past the time that the mass would have begun and we were still nowhere close, we went to a Mexican restaurant instead and had margaritas. Not our first choice, but always a workable fallback.