Silver Sunday II and Mel’s Diner

        On Saturday, January 2nd, I woke up at my daughter’s house- outside Houston- at 4:30 am.  You may remember I had driven my grandsons home to their parents on New Year’s Eve.

        My husband had not been up to going (I think he had a football virus), so the boys and I set out on our own , and after great adventure, multiple food stops, and singing in the car, we arrived safely.

        The next day,  New Year’s Day,  my daughter and I drove to Canton and met Daughter #3.

Back to January 2nd and Silver Sunday.

        On Saturday, even though it was only 4:30 am, I decided to leave since I was up. Once the car was heated , and I could see through my iced windows, I headed out.

        I was headed home.

        Or so I thought…

         As I drove south on 45, my dilemma began.  I knew there was an exit quickly approaching which would aim me at Austin.

        I also knew that the famous Austin Citywide Garage Sale was that morning…

        I was already about 6 hours away from home- what’s a FEW more hours?

        I had had a 16 ounce cup of Community Club coffee by that point (one of the ways I try to channel Louisiana), so when the exit sign appeared, I threw the dice.

        I was headed to Austin.

        By about Giddings I was starving.

        Thank goodness for Mel’s Diner.  I stopped there and had coffee, a sausage omelet, grits, and biscuits.  When the nice waitress came to my table and asked,

“Where you headed?”

        I wanted to say Dodge City (note: I get easily caught up in road trip fantasy), but I didn’t. 

        By that point I was in love with Giddings, Mel’s Diner, and I wanted to find a house there for my husband and me.

        I wondered  if there was a river nearby and if they needed a retired high school English teacher at their high school.

      Keep in mind, my husband is back home unaware of my thinking.

        The Austin Citywide Garage Sale was great, and my contribution to Silver Sunday is this silver coffee service.

        I didn’t care that the sugar bowl was missing its lid (sometimes I am missing MY LID); I loved it.

        Who cares that the tray was engraved with some award in 1962?  I didn’t. 

        My criteria for silver plate trays? Does it have ALL of its feet.

       

        Happy Silver Sunday II.   Thank you Gypsyfish!