The drive yesterday did help cheer me up. We headed over to Decatur to check out the Wabash Depot Antique Mall's open house. We drove through the country on county roads to get there, and on the way we drove through Cerro Gordo. I stopped to take a picture of a nice building but I got real dizzy and cut off the top of it so no picture. I took a picture of tree glowing red, and another building that is a lesson in bad window replacements. Then we passed a storefront that had the Don't Tread On Me flag and something else that looked vaguely white supremacist, so we moved along.
We got to he Wabash Depot and managed to get through the whole place without spending any money although I was tempted by a couple things that I didn't need at all. Nice railroad views from the windows and the women's bathroom had great windows, and there was a group of musicians playing old country songs. Such are the small pleasures of life.
After that we just drove around Decatur, with me periodically yelling, "turn left," or "turn right," when I saw something of interest. There were some other antique/flea market kind of things but we were done. Ernie's limping from his leg stuff (come on MRI) and I am hobbling with joint pain…hopefully this new diet will reduce some of my inflammation and help with that all. As Owen said recently, "It's as though you guys were fine, and then you just suddenly got old." I have assured him we both will get better.
Nothing makes me happier than wandering around looking at old building, so it made for a lovely afternoon. I gasped in delight when I saw all these windows looking back at me.
Some more buildings near the train station:
Note the sign that says Illinois Central Freight Station:
And last, but not least, a nice old neon motel sign.
We got home and curled up, reading and computering. I threw together a half assed dinner that turned out pretty good actually. Diced baby bok choy and zucchini (best zucchinis in the world from Farmer Greg) with some curry powder and coconut milk…added some fish sauce, lime juice, and the last of the bay scallops. It needed a bit of sweetness, so we served it over rice, with diced fresh apple on top. Here's a not so beautiful, but tasty bowl that I had for breakfast. Now I'm off to research recipes.