Susanne, of LIVING TO TELL THE STORY, is hosting our weekly share of some of the special moments that help to make our lives full.
Last Friday night, my husband and I saw Steve Martin in PINK PANTHER II at our little restored theater on the court house square in Independence, Missouri. The movie had a very low rating in our Kansas City Star newspaper---and rightly so----however, I love Steve Martin, so he made the show entertaining enough for me.
I think what is most enjoyable, however, is being able to attend the show in this particular venue. A local lawyer and his wife have brought many a new restaurant and shop to the buildings around the square. They added the movie theater about a year or so ago and most recently, they revived an old bowling alley! We haven't checked that out, yet, but a group of friends and us will be doing that soon!
Back to the theater---it's close, it's clean, it has a great staff and it does not have the deafening sound system that the newer, bigger theaters do. It's just a sweet spot to go watch a show.
After we left the theater, we headed to "downtown" Kansas City---to the River Market area--to eat at Dos Hombres (we had a gift certificate!). My husband took the scenic route, staying off the interstate, to our destination. We passed this building---OK Furniture! This is the spot, some 40 years ago, that my groom and I bought our very first bed! Yep, for $54.00 we came home with a full-size mattress, box springs AND frame! It wasn't the greatest quality, but we used it for a few years until we were out of school and able to buy a queen size set. I thought I had died and gone to heaven!
On Wednesday, my buddy Bonnie came over. We hadn't seen each other for over a month---far too long. We always exchange little gifts on special occasions---such as Valentine's Day! We enjoyed a cup of tea, a little chat, gift exchange, then we went out for a late breakfast!
As we were leaving the restaurant, we saw this truck in the parking lot! The antenna was festooned with peacock feathers! I told Bonnie, when I was a kid, the folks who lived across the street from us raised peacocks---we loved it when we would find their feathers on the ground! We didn't love the calling sounds they made at all hours---they sound like they're screeching "HELP, HELP"!