Last weekend, my husband suggested something fun, a little romantic, not strenuous, and inclusive of Tisen. He suggested getting take out and going up to Signal Point to watch the sunset.
He had a craving for fried chicken. This is monumental. I have known my husband for going on 18 years now; he’s eaten chicken exactly twice in those 18 years. The first time was last March. I’m beginning to think southern culture is getting to him.
This craving resulted in me waiting inside NIkki’s Drive In for our dinners to be prepared while Pat waited in the car with Tisen.
While I sat, I pondered the meaning of “drive in.” Nikki’s is a place that is most easily reached by driving. However, there are certainly houses well within walking distance and even more within biking distance. I’m certain they don’t turn customers away who get there by either of these means. They aren’t one of those places where you can pull up and park and order through a microphone and they come out on roller skates to serve you. In fact, they don’t even have a drive through window. They have a parking lot. Does having a parking lot qualify a restaurant as a “drive in”?
When I got our food, we drove up to Signal Point without using the GPS. Pat took 2 wrong turns in spite of me pointing and saying, “turn, turn, turn! TURN!” I think this is a common marital problem.
When we got to Signal Point, a couple was already at the only picnic table. We picked a rock along the hillside to sit on while we ate. Pat, my romantic husband, had spent an inordinate amount of time packing Tisen’s elaborate dinner so Tisen could eat with us.
Tisen is on a special diet. It consists of all raw foods. His fur is softer and stays cleaner longer. His teeth look cleaner. He has more energy and seems to limp less. Yet, he still suffers from the allergies that caused us to change his diet in the first place.
He gets a mixture of reconstituted foods along with herbs and supplements that put our own diets to shame. This is all mixed with organic coconut oil. Pat prepared it all and had it ready to go for Tisen while we picked at our fried chicken.
Tisen was pretty sure the fried chicken would taste better than his health food. I’m pretty sure he was right.
As the sun started to set, the moon rose higher in the sky. I couldn’t resist trying to get a vertical shot with both the river valley and the moon. Then, I couldn’t decide which one I liked better. The one with the sun still hitting the foreground, the one with the foreground in shadow, or something in between? There wasn’t much going on with the sky, but it was still a lovely evening as are most evenings on Signal Mountain, I suspect.