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Road trip to Rockport
By juliezavala in My Turn
October 10, 2010

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Saturday we drove to Rockport. Beautiful day! My Dad sat in the front seat with Robert and enjoyed looking at the scenery along the way. He was very impressed with yards and fields that were freshly mown and commented often about how nice they looked. Rockport was hopping with a fair or carnival going on. Cars lined the streets and we drove by slowly looking at all the action. A bit too much action for a certain someone. We kept driving until we decided to eat lunch at a restaurant near the water. Moon Dogs was the name. We managed to get a table with a fantastic view of the water and the boats nearby. Pelicans and seagulls drifted overhead. My Dad loved it.

Dad took a while to decide what he wanted to eat. There were too many options. The waitress was sweet and patient and I finally ended up ordering shrimp and oysters for him. I made sure he felt like he had decided. After the waitress took our menus he asked, "What did I order?" I told him again and he settled back in his chair, content to watch the birds. He was concerned that a bird might "spot" us or poop on our heads. From the frequency of that comment and the twinkle in his eye each time he repeated it, I could tell that nothing would make the day more of a success than if a bird did "spot" one of us. He told us that his brother got bird poop dropped on his head one time. Daddy said he couldn't help but laugh as his brother tried to clean his head off. Oh, if only it could happen now.... In my eyes the day was a success because it did not happen.

Robert and I ate fish tacos. Daddy said he didn't know why he wasn't hungry and then he promptly ate everything on his plate. The food was good, the cool, salty air was bracing, the water and sky were blue and gorgeous. We finished our meal and then ordered decaf coffee. I think we all hated to leave but all good things must end. Robert paid the bill and we walked back to the car. Daddy said he enjoyed his meal. He told me that shrimp and oysters were always his favorite seafood and that's why he ordered them this time. I told him he made a wise choice.

The ride back home was nice. I sat in the backseat taking pictures of the scenery that zipped by. Robert put some good music on the stereo and we all rode in companionable silence. Every now and then Daddy would say, "That was a nice meal and a nice restaurant." The true test of how well our Rockport trip went was revealed the next day; Dad brought up again how much fun he had had the day before. He usually doesn't remember what happened the day before. Must have been a good day for him. It was a good day for all of us.