Mayo on the Side, Please

As Memorial Day weekend drew closer, we began to worry about how much we would enjoy our stay at Seminole State Park if we could not get a spot on the water.  We made our reservation weeks ago, but unlike Florida where you can reserve a specific site, Georgia and Alabama are first come, first served.  The solution came when Joe and Judy announced that they were going too and that they would check in on Tuesday and out on Friday.  That way we could pull into the spot they were vacating.  They were pulling out because the campground was scheduled to be full for the weekend so they would not be able to stay on.  To make a long story short, Joe made friends with the right people and we were all able to camp on the lake for the weekend.  Go Joe!

Since our last outing, Judy has aquired her own kayak.  She and Joe spent a lot of time of the lake. 

It wasn't long before Bubba got in on the action.  He and Joe fished late in the evening and early every morning.  And they caught a few fish -- enough to keep it interesting.

One of the things I enjoy the most is sitting outside in the morning drinking my coffee.  It was cool enough that I had to cover up when I first went out.

We went out to eat Friday evening at a little restaurant that was part of a private campground near the state park.  Joe and Judy had discovered it earlier in the week.  Papa Doc's proved to be an excellent choice.  It was homey, but very clean looking and smelling.  Judy had fried catfish.  Joe had fried gator tail.  Bubba had fried shrimp.  I had a hamburger steak.  All of us were very satisfied with our meal.  By the way, I tasted the gator tail.  It tasted like chicken, but like the crawfish I sampled, I would never order any.

Saturday evening Joe took charge of the grill and prepared some delicious chicken.  We bought some corn earlier that day in Bainbridge and he added that to the grill to cook at the same time.

As you can see, we had a table full of good things.  Hamburger patties, smoked pulled pork, chicken, corn on the cob, pear salad, chicken, and grilled tortillas for bread.  It's not all about the food, but preparing a meal together and sitting outside to eat just makes you feel like life is good.

We had promised Joe and Judy that we would stay up until 9:00 with them Saturday night and enjoy some time around a blazing campfire.  We did it!  We are used to going to bed early because during the week we get up so early, but we did manage to make it until 9:00 as promised.

Joe and Judy packed up and left Sunday morning.  Bubba and I planned to stay until Monday.  That afternoon we sat outside under the awning and enjoyed some reading.  While we were reading, the lake was full of boats, jet skis, wave runners, pontoon boats......

It's funny.  Joe and Judy had seen an alligator out there the evening before we arrived.  I don't know what happened to him, but if he was lucky he did a hasty retreat when all this activity started.  

Judy and I did some walking and talking.  We have to catch up on what's been going on.  She graciously allowed me to bring her bicycle home with me so that I can "practice" riding it.  Riding a bicycle is supposed to be one of those things you never forget how to do.  I tried it briefly Sunday afternoon when we got home.  I caught my pants on the pedal and lost my shoe plus I was wobbling all over the place.  On my next try, I will have on jeans and tennis shoes.  I think it would be good exercise for my knees if I can do it.  I don't want to buy one until I'm sure.

Oh yes, the title of this blog.  After we had finished eating hamburgers Sunday evening, I was putting things away when I dropped the jar of mayonaise.

It went everywhere.  It was on the ceiling, on the blinds, on the sofa, on the cabinets, on the floor, and on my pants.  What a mess!!  We think we got it cleaned off of everything.  This was the worst part of the weekend.  You can bet that I will be sure a lid is on tight on the things I pick up in the future.  

We are looking forward to our next outing.  Amelia will be with us for that and we can hardly wait.