Daydreaming

My hometown family got together for a lunch yesterday at Ruby Tuesday. It was a small group of just nine. (That’s small relative to how many we could have had at the table with all our spouses and children.) I was sitting at one end of the table, with an empty chair beside me, so I was sometimes disconnected from the conversations going around. I started looking around the restaurant and daydreaming a bit.

Someone noted how quiet I was, and suggested I was probably noticing something to blog about. (Hi Becky.) I was looking around and noticing things, but I hadn’t really considered anything there worth noting in a blog entry.

Among all the junk clutter on the walls, there were two 1977 Star Wars posters.

At one point, a waitress grabbed our waiter by the arm and dragged him over to a table with two girls the waiter’s age. I was too far away to hear the conversation, but it looked like the girls had asked the waitress to introduce the waiter to them. The look on the waiter’s face was funny: like he was surprised to be snatched along, and then pleased to be introduced to the cute girls.

At the far end of our table, my eldest step-brother and his wife were entertaining and feeding their 11-month old grandbaby (yes, my brother is a grandfather). It’s a totally selfish and dispicable thing to think, but I was relieved that I wasn’t having to entertain and feed a baby/child. I was able to sit quietly and daydream.

So I was just a bit lost in my own thoughts at the table rather than really being observant.

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