A gourmet restaurant for a very special lunch celebration.  It was my mother’s birthday but the day started out with stress for Mum.  First, a broken bearing in the washing machine, too expensive to fix.  Next, no hot water and the gas was low in the house. Phew! Don’t the holidays take their toll?! Overuse!!!

All was not lost. Mum got a brand new washing machine on her birthday –SAME DAY DELIVERY!  Can’t beat that.   The gas company immediately sent a truck out to fill the tank. Once the gas pressure was back up, the hot water started working again.   All in all – just a hiccup.

Persistent-Hiccups

There is a cute little restaurant in old Georgetown, SC called Rice Paddy

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It offers an appealing lunch menu for any taste preference.

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I had Sautéed Salmon over spinach, peas and mushrooms with a side salad.

Rice Paddy's Salmon Saute spinach mushroom peas

The service was extra friendly but then again, we were in the South where it’s impossible to walk down the road without a wave and hello from a friendly stranger.  Rice Paddy is on our list to re-visit next time we enjoy a trip to Georgetown.

Now it’s back to reality since we’re here in the blustery cold of Upstate New York.  The wind is howling, the snow is blowing and the temperature feels like 15 below.  This is NOT good weather for running. 

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The dogs have to go out so I’ll put the layers on my body and try my best to jog on over to the college. After that fun little trek, I’ll torture myself some more and get on the treadmill for an hour.  Gosh! Isn’t winter great?!!!   What makes this even better is that I left my phone at work so I can’t even listen to my favorite running tunes.  Oh well, what doesn’t kill us will make us stronger…or so it’s said.

Do you enjoy walking/running in the snowy cold winter?  I used to. It was enjoyable to me to bundle up in layers and shed them as my body heated up. Now, it’s not so fun since the more layers I have on, the slower I run.

How do you keep warm?  I wear my thickest gloves and dress so I’m cold for the first mile.  In the very cold, nothing, and I do mean NOTHING keeps my hands warm.

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