Our neighbor willingly ate the poor soul a few days ago. Oh well. I miss her already. I mean Laura. Her and Joseph went to a Carolina Hurricanes hockey game while I went to my "growing organic vegetables" course. They had a blast, although became distracted on the roads in raleigh and ended up getting completely lost on the way there AND on the way back. Something about the roads here. They call them beltlines: and inner and an outer (like belly buttons). One goes through RTP and the other goes around it. It's very confusing. We live far enough out, though, that we don't have to encounter those on any sort of frequent basis. Just when we decide to go to the Raleigh Flea Market, which Laura also got to experience. One square mile of your grandmother's junk. Everything that has been stowed away in her attic as well as her neighbor, Etna's, garage. You could find anything from old barbie dolls to shoes, gigantic picture frames to old artillery. Great fun, but you leave with sore feet and a headache.
Laura also got to enjoy some local food. We went to the Waffle House (yum!) and then on the last day for brunch we went to Mama Dip's for some good southern cookin'. She had a sweet potato waffle, which was delicious. I had my first attempt at grits, as well as, the "safe bet" french toast. But, time went too quickly. Next time she comes, we're going to the ocean!