Meeting expectations is not the same as meeting a stranger.
You can’t not meet your own expectations.
Not when you have standards and goals.
What about meeting your dog’s expectations?
Good luck with that.
Would the dog enjoy an evening here more than rolling in a dead fish?
Probably not, but we did.
It was the sort of place where people linger over everything from beginning to end.
Was it an old people kind of place with less than stellar food?
No.
The view and the food stood out.
Sometimes a table deserves a second look; sometimes a third.
I had doubts of meeting expectations in a tourist town, but surprise:
If you invite crab to dinner, what’s next?
More crab.
Would the dog approve?
She’d be on the table rolling in it if I looked away.
Luckily she was in lock-down.
This is what happens when you hit the family lottery.
Since I’m a ‘first husband’ I wonder what a second or third husband would do in my shoes.
Would they be engaging, would they be willing to be engaged?
With my group, there’s only one road, and it’s open.
The dog agrees.
What’s your road look like?
Enough rest stops, coffee shops, and pastry?
Enough gas in the tank?
To check, think of something you want to do when something else comes up with others in the party.
Do you beg off, make excuses to exclude yourself?
If so, it’s going to be hard on you, because you’re going if you’ve got to be drug along.
Stay with the group is the motto.
If you need to get things done, get up early.
Now you’re an early riser?
Yes, you are.
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