By James Boyd
Our family’s home in Dacula, Ga. is nestled in the rolling foothills about an hour from Georgia’s beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains. After surviving the Atlanta Bypass one more time, B. J. and I reined Big Red into the big driveway about 9:15pm on Wednesday.
Christmas in Dacula, continued
Our son Richard greeted us and assisted us in unloading Big Red’s saddlebags including the cooler full of fresh Georgia White Shrimp. He carefully placed the shrimp in a safe place. We chit chatted a while, Richard swooned over Big Red and reserved a test ride for the next day. Whatever Big Red had in him, my son would get it out. He then showed me his surprise. He had bought a new car the same day I got Big Red. He’s not going to let pop get ahead of him.
Pooped out from running the gauntlet on the Interstate, we soon went downstairs to our room, which they had warm and cozy for us, and hit the sack. (Our room use to be upstairs until grandson Dustin took it over and threw us out.) Anyway, it wasn’t long before we were conked out.
It seemed like the night went too fast. We were up early and being greeted by mushy hugs and kisses—the best reward for having conquered the Atlanta Bypass. Nothing will get the early morning cobwebs out of your head like big smack in the mouth by Sammie the family dog.
We ate breakfast and prattled over several cups of B. J.’s coffee. Because Richard makes his coffee very strong B. J. tries to beat him to the coffee maker in the morning when we are there.
There was some running around here and there that the family had to do to complete preparations for Christmas. Richard had to go to his office for a while to get things in shape to be off work for a few days. On top of it all, Terah, our oldest granddaughter, was celebrating her birthday on Thursday. With a birthday, a shopping spree at the Georgia Mall, a Christmas Eve party, and Christmas Day, our visit with our family was shaping up to be lively.
However, while our family was scattered around doing this and that, B. J. and I had some time on our hands. I knew it was coming. I had already gotten a strong hint. B. J. was still downhearted about missing her annual Florida Christmas shopping spree. She was very serious about a consolation prize of a day at another of her favorite shopping places, the Georgia Mall located about twenty minutes from our family’s residence if traffic permits.
Big Red was chomping his bits to try his stuff in the formidable holiday traffic. B. J. and I saddled up and headed to the Mall. B. J. knows the way like the back of her hand so I let her tell me all the turns. Our route carried us through the area where 55 homes were wiped out a few weeks earlier by a tornado.
The Mall of Georgia knows just what you want; it features stores like Belk, J. C. Penny’s, Dillard’s, Macy’s, Nordstrom plus more than 225 of the most exciting stores in the country - stores like Coach, Solstice, Dick’s Sporting Goods, A|X Armani Exchange, Barnes and Noble, Banana Republic, Christopher and Banks, Delia’s, Mayor’s Jewelers, Pottery Barn, Sephora and Williams-Sonoma in a shopping and entertainment complex like no other. When they named it Mall of Georgia, they weren’t just whistlin’ “Dixie!”
Twenty minutes after leaving our son’s house, I was reining Big Red up to a hitching rail at the awesome mall. A brisk cold wind chilled our cheeks and B. J. snuggled close as we dismounted and hotfooted or cold footed it across the parking area and past Chico’s to the front entrance.
We entered at the vast food court. Upon first entering the massive mall there is a feeling of intimidation. One is overwhelmed at all there is to see, do, and eat. You can literally shop till you drop in this place. Moreover, from the look on B. J.’s face, I suspected something like that was working. $$$$$
Primarily, B. J. likes Macy’s and Dillard’s. After she thoroughly exploits them $$$ then she leads me on a meandering trail through the mall stopping at various other shops of her choosing $$$ until my feet ache and hunger pains are tearing my insides out.
However, in time, B. J. appeared to feel a little solace over missing her Florida shopping trip. I don’t know if I was relieved or not. $$$$.
Pooped out from running the gauntlet on the Interstate, we soon went downstairs to our room, which they had warm and cozy for us, and hit the sack. (Our room use to be upstairs until grandson Dustin took it over and threw us out.) Anyway, it wasn’t long before we were conked out.
It seemed like the night went too fast. We were up early and being greeted by mushy hugs and kisses—the best reward for having conquered the Atlanta Bypass. Nothing will get the early morning cobwebs out of your head like big smack in the mouth by Sammie the family dog.
We ate breakfast and prattled over several cups of B. J.’s coffee. Because Richard makes his coffee very strong B. J. tries to beat him to the coffee maker in the morning when we are there.
There was some running around here and there that the family had to do to complete preparations for Christmas. Richard had to go to his office for a while to get things in shape to be off work for a few days. On top of it all, Terah, our oldest granddaughter, was celebrating her birthday on Thursday. With a birthday, a shopping spree at the Georgia Mall, a Christmas Eve party, and Christmas Day, our visit with our family was shaping up to be lively.
However, while our family was scattered around doing this and that, B. J. and I had some time on our hands. I knew it was coming. I had already gotten a strong hint. B. J. was still downhearted about missing her annual Florida Christmas shopping spree. She was very serious about a consolation prize of a day at another of her favorite shopping places, the Georgia Mall located about twenty minutes from our family’s residence if traffic permits.
Big Red was chomping his bits to try his stuff in the formidable holiday traffic. B. J. and I saddled up and headed to the Mall. B. J. knows the way like the back of her hand so I let her tell me all the turns. Our route carried us through the area where 55 homes were wiped out a few weeks earlier by a tornado.
The Mall of Georgia knows just what you want; it features stores like Belk, J. C. Penny’s, Dillard’s, Macy’s, Nordstrom plus more than 225 of the most exciting stores in the country - stores like Coach, Solstice, Dick’s Sporting Goods, A|X Armani Exchange, Barnes and Noble, Banana Republic, Christopher and Banks, Delia’s, Mayor’s Jewelers, Pottery Barn, Sephora and Williams-Sonoma in a shopping and entertainment complex like no other. When they named it Mall of Georgia, they weren’t just whistlin’ “Dixie!”
Twenty minutes after leaving our son’s house, I was reining Big Red up to a hitching rail at the awesome mall. A brisk cold wind chilled our cheeks and B. J. snuggled close as we dismounted and hotfooted or cold footed it across the parking area and past Chico’s to the front entrance.
We entered at the vast food court. Upon first entering the massive mall there is a feeling of intimidation. One is overwhelmed at all there is to see, do, and eat. You can literally shop till you drop in this place. Moreover, from the look on B. J.’s face, I suspected something like that was working. $$$$$
Primarily, B. J. likes Macy’s and Dillard’s. After she thoroughly exploits them $$$ then she leads me on a meandering trail through the mall stopping at various other shops of her choosing $$$ until my feet ache and hunger pains are tearing my insides out.
However, in time, B. J. appeared to feel a little solace over missing her Florida shopping trip. I don’t know if I was relieved or not. $$$$.
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