It’s Mr. C. Cow’s favorite time of the year. A time where you can overindulge in candy canes while hanging up holiday lights. I cannot understand how one can eat so many candy canes due to their peppermint nature but Mr. C. makes this possible. It also causes tummy troubles. This year I’ve hidden all candy canes and am doling them out in small increments. He hasn’t found my stash yet so we’re good so far.
Speaking of holiday lights, Mr. C. Cow and I wandered into a small town that went with the classy main street decorating look.
I enjoy the simplicity of holiday lights in small towns. There is no over abundance of blinking, winking lights as they would be a distraction to motorists. Just bright and twinkly. While I was enjoying the decor, Mr. C. Cow snuck off in search of extra candy canes. His stomach was lucky as the carry out he wandered into was sold out. I caught up with him outside of the store trying to talk a dog family into giving him a candy cane in exchange for a banana he found in the camper.
I distracted Mr. C. Cow with a decoration of Santa hanging on the side of a building to defuse the situation. While he was trying to figure out if it was real Santa, I thanked the dog family for their patience with my cow buddy, gave them a free banana, and wished them a Happy Holidays.
It was getting late and cold standing outside watching Mr. C. Cow decide if he needed to get Santa a ladder, so I explained that it was a decoration and we needed to head out. Mr. C. looked a little sad as we left main street. I wondered if he was sad that he didn’t get to trade a banana for a candy cane but I think he was sadder to see the lights disappear into the distance as we drove on. I think that, tomorrow, I’ll let him string lights up around the camper AND have another candy cane. Maybe I’ll even let him give me a banana for two.
We’re going to be home for a few days helping out Bishop but decided to take a small road trip today. Bishop insisted! He even gave us food money and told us to go find biscuits or gravy or a combo of both of them stuck together. Bishop needed a break from teaching Mr. C. Cow the difference between a screwdriver and a banana. I needed a break from all of the paperworkI’ve been doing. Mr. C. Cow just wanted food.
We drove about an hour away from the equipment company and stopped at a lovely seaside rest stop to attempt to get directions to the closest coffee shop. Mr. C. tried asking a bird eating pizza where we could also find food but the bird was having none of it. I think the bird thought that Mr. C. Cow was there to steal his pizza. Nobody wants to steal your pizza birdy! It looks like it was fresh in the 17th century. We’ll go find our own food thank you very much!
We did, finally, find a place to use that biscuit/gravy/combo money that Bishop had given us. The place looked a little shady to me. Mr. C. said it was just one of those themed restaurant things to look “hip”. I don’t think most themed restaurants go for GIANT GUNS on their roof to add to the ambience.
We were greeted by a lovely robot behind the counter named “Sir Cuit” . He ended up being well versed in the biscuit/gravy/combo making arts. On top of that Sir Cuit also doubled as a coffee machine. When one decides to open up a coffee shop it’s a great idea to be able to multitask your work. If you can percolate some coffee while making biscuits at the same time I say you win a multitasking gold star!
It seemed that the area we were in was completely built out of recycled material. Brilliant idea in a world that is too into the “throw it away and get a shiny new one” lifestyle. I didn’t see any non-robot entities coming around this recycled town so I’m assuming they were all sleeping in that day. I started to ask Sir Cuit about this but then I remembered the GIANT GUN on the roof of his coffee shop. I’ll just leave that one alone….
Time to start heading back to the equipment shop. Bishop has probably had enough down time to get back to the whole “screwdriver vs. banana” conversation. (The biscuit/gravy/combo I’m bringing back to him will sure make him feel ready to go!) I should get all of my paperwork done today but you know what they say. They say something about “a mountain of paperwork multiplies into two birds in a basket so don’t count them…” or something like that. I never could get that right.
Mr. C. Cow looks like he’s had enough to eat this morning. I bought a little extra food because I know he’ll be moo-ing for more as soon as Bishop moves on to teach him the difference between a wrench and a cocktail napkin.