This morning, what felt like warm air bumping into cooler air resulted in great sky grumbling, electricity in lightening form, tornado warnings, and of course rain. The whole thing felt like a good representation of the mishegoss which has been our weather lately here.
Take all the weathers and toss them in a bowl and see what happens. Or alternatively, take all the weathers, put them in a test tube and set them over a bunsen burner for a few seconds.
Stand back! Wear your goggles!
I texted Liz to see if she still wanted to go on our small adventure and she said that if we just left a little later, the rain and wind would clear out according to the radar and she was right. So we headed up to Metcalfe. She drove and I took my embroidery and we talked a blue streak on the way up. We're never quite sure that Mary's will be open and we gave a little cheer when we saw that it was.
The parking lot was filled with cars which seemed odd when we walked in because there only four other people at one table. We asked Mary about this later and she told us that people had parked in her lot to pick up pecans nearby.
The inside was bright and cheery, still with the Christmas decorations up, candy canes on the placemats.
You will not leave hungry. Also, at the bottom of the menu it says, "Quote- God is love."
The music playing was both gospel and blues. Also a bit of James Brown. Perfect. And not too loud.
A man from the corner table of four stopped by to say hello to us on his way out.
We both chose the roast beef with gravy and rice and fried okra. I got the lima beans and Liz got the green beans. I don't even like lima beans but I knew I would like Mary's lima beans. I was right. It was all delicious. For dessert Mary brought us out pound cake with chocolate sauce. Homemade, of course.
We talked and ate and talked and ate and it felt so good to be together, to catch up some, to be eating at Mary's. When we paid the bill, I asked Mary if she'd had a good Christmas.
"It was fine," she said. "I don't really like Christmas."
"I don't either!" I said.
She told me that although she loves Jesus and she knows it is better to give than to receive, Christmas always makes her sad, thinking about how many loved ones she has lost over the years who are not with her at Christmas any more and that we have Christmas all twisted up with this giving presents thing.
"Christmas should be every day," she said. "And not in this crazy way we do it now. We should reach out to those who are not as blessed as we are."
If Mary didn't own a restaurant, I think she should start a church. Or maybe she has one. I don't know but I would not be surprised. I believe that if she did, her preaching would be as genuine and nourishing as the lunches she serves and I have no doubt that she does more good in her community than any preacher could.
Then we drove on home through the still-gray day but the rain had stopped. It is already feeling cooler and it will be cooler tonight for which I am grateful.
Liz is one of those.