My parents hopped a plane at Ft. Lauderdale Tuesday morning. A few hours later they stepped off here in Connecticut. Once again our house is the official hotel of the Harold and Betty Fox Tour of the Northeast.
I haven’t written about them being here because I hadn’t seen them a lot until today. Tuesday’s arrival was after I left for work. I worked yesterday too.
Today was the first day we could spend time together… though Steffie beat me to the punch. By the time I was up and at ’em, the three of them were out shopping.
Actually, that took some pressure off.
I don’t want to be a bad son, but there aren’t exactly a zillion places to take my parents. After all, they lived here for over 15 years.
We did manage to have a fun dinner, taking them to The Place in Guilford. That was a new experience. The Place is the outdoor restaurant where lobster and clams are cooked over a wood burning grill.
It was great. My parents enjoyed themselves. I’m now convinced lobster is meant to be cooked that way. I need a second mortgage on the house.
Tomorrow we’re taking the train to New York City. Pray for the good weather I’ve predicted.