Lilies grace the front of Wendy’s, our Monday lunch stop.
Monday was a busy day for the residents of the Skupien household. Our number has increased to three as of March 23. My mother-in-law, Grandma Sugar, is recuperating with us. She had some setbacks several weeks after installation of a new heart valve in early March.
After home therapy for her and occupational therapy at Ocean Springs Hospital Neuro Rehab Center for me, Husband Walter loaded us into our van. Our destination was Wendy’s, one of Grandma Sugar’s favorite fast-food chains.
I was pleased with the choice, too. Wendy’s is one of the few fast food stops that offer something that easily falls within my low-salt regimen. A Wendy’s baked potato with a bit of butter and sour cream, while not exactly at an elegant venue, is tasty. It satisfies my appetite and the urge for an away-from-home experience.
A plus was the landscaping in an area where I could safely entertain myself with photographic attempts while Hubby and Mother made their way inside.
A close up of a blossom I enjoyed
It amazes me how much pleasure resulted from a brief encounter with the rich green of the lily’s lance-shaped foliage and the colors accenting the pristine white blooms of about four inches diameter.
A marketing mannequin
Our ride home took us past a bar and grill with a fair weather marketing device.
When I first spotted her several months ago in front of the eatery beside U.S. 90, I was startled. A few moments passed before reality dawned. “She” was an “it,” not a real person. U.S. 90 is the main east-west roadway for most of our coming and going. I now watch for that figure.
She only appears on clear days, waving an orange flag. Upcoming holidays are always reflected in the mannequin’s attire. The clothing changes regularly even in the days and weeks between holidays.
When I told Hubby I wanted to snap some photos of the weird addition to the landscape, I thought he had forgotten. He hadn’t. He had snapped a bunch of images for me.
Either way, even a mannequin can apparently stir my sympathy for other survivors who have lost the use of some parts or lost those useful parts altogether.