Mt. Pleasant Classical Academy

Today was a ME day. Just me, myself, and I doing what we wanted to do. This is something I have not done in years. I started planing this this morning, right after I heard the boys making a ruckus of noise at 6:30AM. What the heck were they doing up that early? They went to bed after midnight and should have slept until at least 9. Oh well. I went downstairs, had SK make OJ and coffee while I cooked some bacon and scrapple. Then DH came in with breakfast from Helen’s Sausage House.

Now there’s a restaurant that knows how to serve up a great breakfast. DH handed me my sausage sandwich….ummmmm…….a photo wouldn’t even do this justice so let me describe it. Take a hot dog bun, layer in there two sunny-side up eggs, layer on two sausages that would shame any hot dog in diameter and length, and no, it doesn’t all fit within the bun and no, you cannot put the entire diameter into your mouth at once. Can’t be done but the sandwich is sure to fill you up until dinner for sure. Oh, the bacon was eaten entirely by MK after he ate his sausage sandwich—-must be time for another growth spurt —- while the scrapple went into the frig.

I headed out the door while SK and one of his Mission Possible partner’s headed out to work on their project. Desperate for some new wares I headed off for clothes shopping, a task I do not enjoy since I’m 3 sizes larger than where I should be / want to be /… but I picked out tops and skirts and pants and tired them all on. Reluctantly I found some things that will do for the upcoming season and realized that it was now close to noon. Thinking about whether I should do without lunch, after-all I am not pleased with my size, or visit my favorite subshop, I opted for the visit to the Big Elk a liquor store and deli that has the biggest, juiciest, subs or hoagies this side of the Mississippi. Or they did. I became a bit concerned when I noticed that all the usual help was not there as to whether the place had been sold, but I ordered my usual sub. HA! My usual. It has been over a year or two since I had eaten at the Big Elk but still, it was the only item I ever ordered. Over the last two years though I often stopped in there and purchased dinner for SK and MK so I had seen the subs, was familiar with the help, and had had a bite here or there.

With my sub in hand I drove off to a little park to eat and enjoy this big, juicy, meat-filled treat. Ahhhh, it looked the same. I took a bite. No, where was the juice? where was the meat? I looked and my eyes confirmed what my mouth had tasted. The bun was filled with lettuce, chopped iceberg lettuce—-there must have been a quarter-head of lettuce in there—-and one slice of ham and one slice of provolone across the opening to hold that quarter-head of chopped iceberg lettuce in that bun. UGH!! At least Helen’s Sausage House hasn’t changed management.

I stopped at a few more stores but couldn’t get my disappointment off my mind. I had a few phone conversations too on my day away from it all. One was really disappointing too; or at least I find it disappointing when folks who are dear to you do not believe that SK and his partners are working on their Science Olympiad events without adult intervention; or even that they are the ones doing the work but thinking that we adults are the ones designing, building, running the events. Remind me not to have a day away again. It is much pleasanter to just stay here.