Yesterday I showed major self-control. Here are just a few examples of what I mean:
Steve: Are we still going out together today?
The usual April me: No, I have so much to do I just want to stay home and work.
The usual April Steve: Oh, okay. [Picture massive disappointment.] April Fool!
My actual response: Sure. I’ll be ready in just a minute.
We drove to Augusta, Kentucky, on a beautiful day of blue skies and sunshine. Augusta does have one excellent restaurant, the Beehive Augusta Tavern, but I discovered that morning that it’s only open Thursday through Sunday. Oops!
The next possibility was the Corner Café. We found it easily, and here’s what we saw:
Steve: Hmmm….Are we going in?
The old April me: No way! We’ll go to the General Store and get something before I’d go in there.
The usual Steve, starting the car: Okay, if that’s what you want. April Fool!
My actual response: Of course! The locals obviously eat here.
So we went in. Here’s my panoramic view of the inside of the place:
One other woman was eating with a man, but the rest of the place was all men. Lots of smoking—I hadn’t been in a restaurant that allowed smoking in years—and laughter.
Steve: Will the smoke bother you?
The old April me: I can’t take it. Let’s leave.
The usual Steve: Okay. We’ll go. April Fool!
My real answer: Of course not. I’m fine.
When the owner came to take our orders, Steve asked her if their hamburgers were good.
“Oh, yes!” she said with her mountain accent, gesturing in a wide circle. “Best all ‘round. People come from all over for our hamburgers.” Later she said the most popular is the double-decker bacon hamburger, holding her thumb and forefinger as wide as they would go. “I don’t see how people eat them, but they love ‘em.”
I asked if she knew where Sharon Cemetery was, and she did not but knew her husband would. He came right over, with “Mayor, Augusta, Kentucky” embroidered on his shirt, and gave us directions. Friendly guy. Kept asking us if everything was okay. And it was.
Steve’s hamburger was delicious and so was my BLT. We didn’t linger, but it was a fun experience. I even found out the newest in jukebox music. They had an electronic device on the wall that advertised to download the jukebox app and it would play on their speakers there. I was tempted to try it. But we moved on.
We were seeking graves of Steve’s ancestors, Andrew and Barbara Dillman. Andrew was in the Revolutionary War and died in 1823. We didn’t find the graves, but we did have fun searching.
On the way home, I checked my Dairy Queen app to see if there were bargains.
The old April Lanita: The DQ special today is a free Blizzard!
Steve: Great! Let’s go! April Fool!
Instead, I just asked if he wanted to go to DQ before we went home. No doubt about the answer to that question.
Steve: Are all the girls coming to Bible study tonight?
The old April me: Only Katie. Julee and Chelsey can’t come. April Fool!
The new April me: Yep. All three will be here.
So you see how much self-control I showed? Year after year I would trick him into believing something that wasn’t true—my favorite kind of April Fool’s Day joke. And he would almost get belligerent about it, as though I’d really lied to him and he couldn’t understand why. So I finally quit bugging him.
But I do think I need to get a little credit for all the restraint I showed today. For some reason, I was acutely aware of it being April Fool’s Day all day long, and yet I resisted each temptation. Oh, what we do for love!