Sunday, January 6, 2008

I thought it was a tornado siren. Garrett insisted it was an air raid siren. Neither sounded good. We were so tired we just went back to bed.

Since our local dining experience was interrupted yesterday, we wanted to try out The Ridge again. Breakfast was delicious. The same waitress, Allison, waited on us. We asked her about the sirens from the night before and she had no idea what we meant. The owner didn’t either. I felt like we were in the Twilight Zone and everyone was pretending they hadn’t heard because, in fact, it was some alien alarm or something. Instead, the owner indicated it might be the fire alarm. Holy cow. I was worried the train would be bothersome. Instead, we’ve got blaring announcements to gather the firemen.

Bright and shiny! Reds and greens and oranges right from a Crayola box filled the shelves. The produce in the grocery store was so colorful it looked like waxed “art” set out on Aunt Gert’s coffee table. Much of the fruit was organic, so we know it didn’t have all that fake stuff on it to brighten it. We were astounded at the freshness of the veggies and herbs. In addition to that there was a fish counter and a meat counter and a deli counter. Also, there was an entire area set up of OLIVES and another for CHEESE. I thought I was going to faint with delight right there in the store. It’s definitely set up for different clientele than home. We had to hunt for salsa, and the variety was limited. However, three separate kiosks were dedicated to pasta, tomato sauce, and olive oil. A lot of kosher food was available, too, so when I went to select pickles, I chose kosher organic. What could be healthier? The prices are a bit higher but not crazy. It’s more like shopping at Albertson’s as opposed to Wal-Mart Market. You may think I’m a little over-excited about groceries, but you didn’t see it, did you?

Later we joined The Gym. That’s the name of it. The Gym. It was the cleanest gym I’ve ever been in and didn’t smell like a gym at all. I’m looking forward to their Pilates and yoga classes. Plus, they have a Broadway Dance class that looks way fun. Garrett got up at 5 this morning and went. That’s dedication.

Garrett wants me to mention how “crazy expensive” The Gym is. Do you really want to know? Well, we’re paid up for life in Oklahoma at All-American. Sure, it stinks. Sure, it’s dirty. But it’s paid for. This place costs us $200 a month.