Dearest Charlie,
I really need to start writing down my daily activities.
I'm finding that I'm forgetting things, and I don't want to do that. There are all these little moments that seem insignificant at the time, but later I wish I could remember exactly when they happened.
Since I last posted, my brother Alex came to visit and bring me a large delivery of boudin. You know how I like my boudin!
We went to church on Sunday and then spent some time exploring Allegany State Park and Letchworth State Park. I also drove him past the work site so he could see where I've been spending my days. Unfortunately, it was so foggy we couldn't see much of anything.
When I went back to work, Alex spent some time hiking around Ellicottville on his own. He left Wednesday morning and headed back home. Thursday was my first day by myself again.
And today was my first Saturday off in a while. And apparently my body decided to celebrate by sleeping in. A lot. I finally crawled out of bed around noon, took a shower, and threw together a lunch of a sandwich, an apple, and some potato chips. Then I decided to head west and do a little sightseeing on my own.
My first stop was Long Point State Park. It's a nice little place, but it's day-use only. No camping. No campfires. Just a place to stroll around and enjoy the lake. I took lots of pictures of flowers and critters. Nothing out of the ordinary.
After my walk, I rewarded myself with a salted caramel ice cream cone. Because apparently that's what I do now. Then I drove over to Bemus Point and wandered around for a while before settling in at Splash for supper. I ordered their "dainty" lobster over mac and cheese. It was okay. Not terrible. Not amazing. Certainly not worth writing home about.
Although I guess technically I'm writing home about it now.
I sat outside to eat, which might have been a mistake. There were two different musicians playing at the same time. One was over at Splash, where I was eating. He was a jazz pianist who liked taking modern songs and giving them the jazz treatment. The other was performing on the waterfront stage next door.
So while one guy was jazzing up contemporary music, the other was singing things like "La Bamba" and "Do You Love Me?"
You can probably imagine the sensory overload. It was like attending two completely different concerts at the same time.
Eventually I finished my meal, paid my bill, and walked next door to an ice cream shop. And yes... I bought another ice cream cone. This one was called "Salty Turtle."
Apparently I spent the entire afternoon sampling variations of salted caramel. It was different. Good. But different. By then the sun was getting lower and I decided it was time to head home.
Nothing particularly exciting happened today. Just a little wandering. A little sightseeing. A little people watching. And apparently a lot of ice cream.
Honestly, it was a pretty good day.
I wish you had been there with me. I don't like doing things like this alone. But I don't really have a choice do I? I miss you.
Love,
Me
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