Into the Chardonnay

Thursday morning around eleven, Clint and I headed to Atlanta, Georgia.  We stopped on the way for about 30 minutes so it took us around four hours.   I drove to Dalton and from there Clint drove the rest of the way.  I am not fond of driving in that Atlanta traffic, especially 285 that circles Atlanta.

We visited his mom at her retirement community and we always enjoy our visits.  She reserves us a fabulous room for visitors and we have every thing we need. I am talking First Class.  On Thursday evening we stopped by the pub.  Mind you, this pub is right down the hall from my mother-in-law's apartment.  She has the "best seat in the house", referring to her apartment.  The dining room is also right down the hall and their most exclusive restaurant, too.  Oh, there's also the bistro around the corner.

Getting back to the pub, we stopped by there for a drink and always enjoy being with her friends.  We have come to know many of them, we visit quite often.  I was sitting across from Clint and his mom, gazing into my glass of chardonnay and who should appear?  Clint and his mom!  Gazing into my hazy crystal ball, I mean wine glass, their image appeared before my very eyes!  Of course, anyone knowing me knows that I would hurriedly grab my camera and capture this apparition.

Okay, Cindy ... (talking to myself), enough nonsense for one Monday afternoon. 

Eileen/Mom, we had a wonderful time and thank you very much!  We also got to visit with Clint's daughter.  Diane, it was wonderful to be able to visit with you, too. ♥