We began to wind down the Murray clan’s last few days in Indianapolis in superb fashion. This wind down started off with a little trip to Nashville. Indiana, not Tennessee as that would not have been a little trip at all. It is, what I would consider, quintessentially old American in the sense that it has all the beautifully different ‘manor’ buildings and Inns. There was even an old-fashioned general store, as well as lots of cute shops selling everything you could possible need. Plus a lot more things that you don’t, but you just have to have. Like yet another smelly ‘banana nut bread’ candle or some popcorn just because it is a quirky flavour.
Before we had ventured into the shops, we had the most tasty lunch in the very atmospheric Artists Inn.
Instead, We did pop into Best Buys on the way back where, very embarrassingly, I just happened to manage to set of the alarm on an E-Book . This was whilst I was trying to twist it around to show Kay, and not to steal it. The result was a very red face, many apologies and many teasing comments from the men in the blue t-shirts. I don’t think I will be going back in a hurry! We then packed Kay and Daniel off to Walmart to complete there ‘real American tour’ and Luke and I did a mad dash around Kroger for our weekly shop. It was like a version of supermarket sweep although we had to pay for all of our shopping. This payment proved to be a bit more difficult than we first thought as the self-service checkout began to shout at us in Spanish. Oh dear. Well at least it made the lady behind laugh as she saw our perplexed expressions. It reminded me of the bit in Toy Story 3 when Buzz goes into Spanish mode. Except the checkout couldn’t do the tango, we couldn’t find the re-set button and it wasn’t as nearly as funny.
After a lovely meal of steak and potatoes on the Murray’s last night, which was accompanied by a lovely bottle of wine and flowers that the Murray clan brought me, we watched Despicable Me.
Luke worked from home this morning in order to take the Murray clan to the airport. Once we had a coffee and a snickerdoodle (the kind meant for human consumption I hope!), which Kay had kindly brought, we said our goodbyes and I headed off to the library. I was on my own again as I joined the eager crowd waiting for the church to strike ten so that we could all enter the building. I feel somewhat bereft without the Murray clan here. Nevertheless, I picked myself up and organised a mountain of material squares ready to attempt quilt making tomorrow. I then cheered myself up by wheeling my old true friend , the smart cart, to the recycling bins and picking up an Italian sandwich for Luke from Fresco. It is true that it really is just the simple things in life. Or I am just simple. Either way, I didn’t feel as bereft when I had the smart cart in my hand. Gently wheeling along behind me in a companionable sort of way .