While the kids are away, the grown-ups will play.
While the kids were in Texas swimming and eating mountains of Blue Bell ice cream, we headed to Decatur/Atlanta for a long weekend.
There are TONS of great things to do in the Atlanta area. Zoo Atlanta, the Georgia Aquarium, the Atlanta History Center (part of which is that mansion from the Hunger Games Catching Fire), the Botanical Garden, the MLK National Historic Site, the High Museum of Art, tons of Living Walls street art, CNN tour, World of Coca-Cola, Braves games…
Yeah…We didn’t do any of that.
We ate, drank, stayed up late and slept in. All the things that are better / actually possible without short people. The food was awesome. The beer was awesome. And we’ll do all that other junk later—someday when Atlanta has their MLS team and we go back with the kids. Most of it’s covered with the CityPass anyway.
I highly recommend the arugula salad and the fish & chips at Brick Store Pub, the Porter Beer Bar, any of the beers at The Wrecking Bar Brewpub but especially the Jemmy Dean Breakfast Stout, Fellini’s Pizza, the fried green tomatoes at Thinking Man Tavern, Ale Yeah! bottle shop in Decatur (great selection, great service and a fun-to-say name? They would not want me answering their telephones.), Hop City in Atlanta for the most expansive bottle selection (seriously, European beers we couldn’t get in Europe) and Red Brick Brewing Company for being consistently good and completely under the radar (outside of lambics and Westy 12, Red Brick’s Beard Envy is one of the only beers I’d want to drink every day for the rest of my life).
˜Keep it Indie Catur˜
The kids have been asking for a cat for like ever. Or at least two years. They even wrote “baby cat” on their Christmas lists. Kitten. It’s called a kitten.
So they were super excited to discover a special surprise when they came home from Grandma & Grandpa’s house. Not socks and underwear! They’re still not quite sure what to do with the kittens, but even Nicholas is petting and playing with them.
About that: When Nicholas was 4 and we were living in Germany, the neighbor cat would occasionally come over, lick the patio after we bbq’d and let the kids pet it. One day while the cat was visiting, Nicholas got down on hands and knees and meowed pretending be a cat. The cat DID NOT like that. It freaked out, jumped on him and scratched his face. Ever since Nicholas has been afraid of everything. Even bunnies.
This is Gamer.
This is Mrs. Marshmallow.
Formerly known as “Mrs. Mustard” or “Colonel Mustard” as I liked to call her.
They do weird cat things, like sleep like this. Stretched over the back of the sofa.
And even weirder cat things, like, ummm, groom each other.
Before school let out, I accompanied Jacob on a class trip to Marianna Caverns (Florida Caverns State Park). There’s nothing like a swarm of 8 year olds in a confined space where you’re not allowed to touch anything to reinforce your chosen career path. And by that, I mean the decision to be anything other than a school teacher.
Seriously, teaching is the most underpaid, under-appreciated profession. It really does take a special person to teach. Clearly, I am not one of those people.
Since it was an elementary school group, we got the abbreviated, less-informational version of the tour. Which was cool I guess because, like most of the kids, I wasn’t listening. I was talking. “Don’t touch that.” “Stay on the path.” “Listen to what he’s saying.” Talking and wondering if every kid there was on ritalin and starting to believe that people aren’t lying when they say how good our kids are.
So I don’t have any real interesting or unusual facts to share. What I did catch: Marianna Caverns is a limestone cavern. Stalactites at the top, stalagmites at the bottom and alien moonscape in between. The caverns extend about 55 feet below the surface, and it’s a cool 65 degrees year round. The cavern passages were dug out in 1930s—the plates you see in the ceiling were left by those workers. Marianna Caverns is usually inhabited by little brown bats, but during the summer months the bats live outside the caves and eat mosquitos (judging by the number of bites we came home with, the bats don’t eat very many).