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This and That

It’s a hodgepodge today…kind of like my life.

On Friday, I was privileged to sub for the classes I’d had for a month.

When I arrived to the classroom, I found this…

Inside was this…

A thank you gift for treating the teacher’s students so well.  But of course!  They’re a lovable bunch!

The kids had a ton of bookwork to do, so I was able to start a new project…

That is some of the yarn I received from my friend, Kate, along with the pattern booklet.  I am attempting to make the Granny Square Dish Cloth…easier said than done.

After quite a few sessions of ripping and restarting, I was able to complete this much…

I’d love to finish this in time to enter it for another Ravelympic medal.  We’ll see.

Now, a clue to one other project I’ve been working on…

That’s all you get for now.

A Circle of Kindness

It is amazing what three people can do when they put their heads together.

Cue up my latest finished project…

The pattern is Lacy Shawl, from the Prayer Shawl Companion book.

I made this for my friend, Figaro’s, neighbor, who tragically lost a young son before Thanksgiving.

Our friend, Rabbitrescuer, sent me a couple of skeins of Caron Simply Soft (Grey Heather).  I bought one more because I suspected that I would need it.  The project used 674 yards (a little over two skeins).

This was a super-easy pattern. I completed seven sections and added the fringe on the bottom.

I love the lacy pattern. I used size 10 1/2 needles. It almost looks like a crocheted item (to my non-crochet knowledgeable eyes).

The Caron Simply Soft drapes soooo nicely!!

I will be putting this in the mail tomorrow.  I cannot wait for this gift to reach its unsuspecting recipient, and I am thankful to be a part of a circle of friends who, joined together, can extend arms of warmth to this grieving mother.

Always Carry Eyeliner in Your Purse

Guys, unless you’re Adam Lambert, you might not need the above advice, but ladies, if you’re reading this (and you know you are), press on.

You see, I am so thankful that I am somewhat smart and usually plan ahead.  I’m actually known for being organized.  If you saw my house, you’d think otherwise.

But I digress.

Now, you might be wondering why you might want to carry eyeliner in your purse.

If you’re a teenager, you might be meeting some hot computer nerd in the library for lunch, so you prep your face in the bathroom during 3rd period to get ready.

But, if you’re a mom who is about to attend her daughter’s last soccer banquet, you might find it especially prudent to carry an extra stick of charcoal in your mom-purse.

It all started with this afternoon…

Wait.

No.

It all started in August when Chicky began her senior year.

I thought I was in control of my emotions.  I’ve always been the mom who held to the philosophy that my job as a parent was to teach my children the skills they needed to function on their own (i.e. outside of my home) and love and serve the Lord.

So, milestones like tying shoes for the first time, getting drivers’ licenses, and attending proms have rarely made me cry big mom tears.

Something happened this year, though.  Suddenly it wasn’t about the “firsts” but the “lasts.”

Yes, as I type this, I am psycho-analyzing myself (a scary thought, eh?) and realizing that this is, in fact, what the deal is.

Anyhoo…moving on…

Since attending Chicky’s team to the Final Four playoffs, I’ve been busy creating a slide show for the soccer banquet.  Oh, not a small thing, I assure you, but one I really sunk my teeth into.  After all, I love technology, and I discovered that Macs are the way to go for this type of project.

I give God the glory for helping me create a great slide show.

As I looked through the pictures, searched for music, and edited the video, I found myself tearing up numerous times.

It didn’t matter how many times I watched the completed video…I still got choked up…especially during the portion dedicated to seniors.  For every picture Chicky selected for herself (she didn’t want any naked baby surprises), a memory rose to the surface.  I remembered the exact moment in time when each photo was created, and it tore at my heart.

Still, I persevered, creating personalized DVDs for each senior and coach (thanks, LightScribe!).

This afternoon after work, I headed to Hallmark to select a birthday card for Chicky’s coach.  He’s turning “hmmm-hmmm” years old today.  While I was there, my eyes lit upon a “goodbye” card.

Oh my, but hot tears rose to the surface as I read it.  In May, Chicky’s coach will be moving to Washington to be near his children, so this had been his last season with the girls.  The card was perfect.  I bought both for the girls to sign.

When I got out to my car, I allowed myself time to have a good cry.

I cried as I drove from Hallmark to the church where we were having the banquet.  I called Super Sis and told her I thought I was having a PMS moment.  She listened, agreed that part was probably due to hormones, but justified my feelings by reminding me that this was a year of “last’s” (there’s the word again).

I wiped my eyes and went into the church to finish setting up.  My heart felt heavy though.

One of the other moms was there, and we sat down together to watch the DVD.  Nobody would be there for some time, so we had the place to ourselves.  We ate popcorn and drank soda as we watched the 19-minute video.

I fanned my eyes as the music for the senior section started.

Then she left, and I had some quiet time with my knitting before realizing that I needed to check my face in the mirror.

Oh my!  I raced back to my purse for my eyeliner, getting interrupted to unlock the church doors for a coach who had arrived to set up trophies for his team.

I sheepishly admitted that I had been reapplying makeup after having a cry party.  He chuckled in understanding.

The tears returned later that evening as Coach J gave his long farewell speech.

I cried when I started the video.

Sigh.

I teared up when the president of the booster club presented flowers to me…

I cried tears of laughter when Coach J joked about a “certain” player’s mom who, nine games out of ten, ran out on the field during warmups to take a “certain” player (the one who ate the most before each game but still managed to get hungry minutes before game time) a pack of crackers.

Guilty.  I even did this during the Final Four game.  Chicky was mortified, but when she sent out an SOS, I responded!
Regardless, I cried.

Ugh.

I’ve turned into  a cryer.

And the year isn’t over yet.  Chicky still has graduation.  Another BIG “last!”

Oy!

I think I’d better invest in a couple more sticks of eyeliner.  I think they are going to come in handy!

Random Dozen

Yay for Random Dozen!  Linda’s weekly questions save my blog behind every week!

1. Have you ever fired a gun or shot a bow and arrow?

Can you believe that I grew up in the South but never fired a gun?  I have, however, shot an arrow…way back in 6th grade in P.E.

2. Do you know where your childhood best friends are?

I did not have many close friends growing up.  I recently reconnected with a couple through Facebook, so I guess you could say that I know where they are (having been a smart girl and checked out their info pages).  The one friend I’d love to find is somewhere out there.

3. Do you usually arrive early, late, or on time?

On time, if not a couple (but only a couple) of minutes early.  There’s always just one more thing to do before leaving the house!!

4. Are you more of a New York or California type?

California, definitely.  I am totally not stylish enough for New York


5. Do you have a special ring tone?

My uber-favorite used to be my “Hips Don’t Lie” ring tone.  Every time my phone rang, the kids groaned because I would totally do a little jig (now Shakira would be groaning).

I have separate ring tones for different people.  For Chicky, I have “Free To Be Me.”  For Rooster, I have “No Sweeter Name.”  For everyone else, I have “How Can I Keep From Singing Your Praise.”


6. What is your favorite type of chip?

Poker?  Just kidding.  I have no idea how to play the game.  I just wanted to make you laugh.

Seriously, it’s gotta be Pringles.  One summer, my sister and I stayed with our “step-grandmother.”  She bought us each a two pack of Pringles, and we hid them from each other among the many boxes of sewing materials in our grandmother’s bedroom, which we shared with her.  The only problem was that I lost a can.  I never did find it.  I’m thinking my mom did, though, when she cleaned out my grandmother’s house after she passed away.

7. Best comedy you’ve ever seen is ….

13 Going on 30, hands-down.  I love Jennifer Garner, and the Thriller scene makes me laugh so hard I get tears in my eyes…every time I see it, and I’ve watched it often since I own a copy.

8. Have you ever cut your own hair? To quote Dr. Phil, “How’d that work for ya?”

No, but I tried to cut the mole from my sister’s face when we were little…with the blunt-ended safety scissors that kids are allowed to have.  How’d that work for me?  Not very well.  I believe I got a sound spanking.  Sorry…I didn’t really answer the question, but I sort-of did, I guess.

9. If you were going to have an extreme makeover, would you rather it be about your house or your personal self?

This one is hard.  I’d love to get a new wardrobe, highlights in my hair, and maybe even a pedicure.  However, my yard needs to be re-graded and re-sodded, and my wood floors could stand to be replaced.  I’ll say my house.  I can do my own highlights (who remembers Sun-In?).


10. Are you allergic to anything?

Housework.

11. Why is it so hard to change?

Because I’m stubborn.  At least that’s what my mom always told me.

12. One last question dedicated to February love: CS Lewis said, “To love is to be vulnerable.” Please share one example of that assertion or share any thought you’d like to about this topic.

Love is risky.  It opens the door to rejection.  Just as God loved us and sent His Son to die for us, many reject God’s gift…and ultimately miss out on experiencing His love.

Gifts from Kate

Today was a good day.

For one thing, I didn’t have a subbing assignment, and the timing could not have been more perfect.

I kept myself busy burning DVDs and completing other tasks in between…multi-tasking like a pro.

One of my chores involved folding a huge mound of clean clothes.  Because of the crazy schedule I’ve had the last few weeks, I’ve had a difficult time keeping up with the housework.

As I folded, I came across several washcloths and dishcloths that I made during the 2008 Summer Olympics.  You might remember my posts about them.

Well, life happens, or rather DOGS happen, and Molly got a hold of a few of them.  She has made a game out of stealing socks and dishcloths and running under the bed with them.

So, a few of my treasured cloths are deteriorating.  It has been rubbing me the wrong way (pun intended, sort-of) to see the frayed ends.  I’m anal.  I like things to be fairly neat.

Today, I gave in and threw two or three of them in the garbage.  Oh, but it broke my heart, but they were well-loved and heavily used.

For the last few weeks, I’ve been toying with the idea of making new ones…even considering purchasing more Sugar ‘n Cream.

“Say it ain’t so!” said my friend, Rabbitrescuer, who enjoys teasing me of my dislike of cotton yarn.  During the last Olympics, I had made so many dishcloths that my hands hurt.  The yarn is not very soft when you first knit with it, and it is also thick and, thus, hard on the hands.

Of course, wanting to get more yarn and having the funds to do so are two totally different things.  Given my job situation, knitting dishcloths has been put on the back burner.

And then I received a package from my friend, Kate.

She’s a sweet gal…one of my internet knitting buddies who has a generous, tender heart.  She has commiserated with my coupon frustrations and has been sending me the inserts from her paper.

A few days ago, she sent me a message, telling me to keep an eye out for the mail.  She hinted that she “might” be getting me a little something extra if she had time.

Hence, my anticipation when the mailman arrived.  I caught him before he could reach for the doorbell, a huge smile on my face.

“Did I do good?” he asked.

“Only if you didn’t bring any bills,” I replied with a grin.

I happily carried my box inside.  When I cut through the tape, I saw this…

Underneath the goodies on top were my promised coupons…

But on top of the coupons…

Oh my…

Take a look at the little somethings (as in plural) she had alluded to…

Now…are you seeing something here?

Yep.  Yarn and a new pattern booklet!

You see, I believe that God heard the small, inconsequential, material yearning of my heart and put my name on Kate’s heart.

I had tears in my eyes as I felt a great sense of awe.

God is incredibly wonderful and ever mindful of His creatures’ needs and desires.  He knew I needed an emotional lift and a reminder that He hasn’t forgotten about me.

Though I have not been granted my dream position yet, He will give it in due time.

In the meantime, I’ll be making more dishcloths (as soon as I finish another secret project and a comfort shawl already on my needles).

To Kate, thank you, my sweet internet Friend.

Thank you for heeding the Holy Spirit’s prompting.  Thank you for seeing a need (the coupons) and being willing to fill it.  I know you have a busy schedule with school and work.  The fact that you took time out of your week to shop for me is a reminder that, though my family teasingly describes my internet friends as “imaginary,”  you are all very real indeed.

You have a very special place in my heart.  ♥

The Hat has a Twin

Today I cast on for a quick project.

But first, let me give you some history because you know I like to hear myself type, but mainly because I think it helps to understand my reasoning for each project I select.

A few weeks ago, I was watching Chicky’s team warm up before a game.  As I sat, a message got passed down from the press box to my spot in the bleachers.  A school administrator liked my hat and wanted one just like it.

Seriously, I thought to myself?

I mean, I am no dummy.  I know that my hat has been the butt of many a joke…behind my back, of course.  And that is fine with me because I tend to not take myself very seriously…most of the time.

I mean, wearing the hat to soccer games had started out as a joke.  Chicky was mortified when I made it, and I considered it my duty to embarrass her.  Heck, I’d been doing it inadvertently for years anyhow.

But I digress (as usual).

So, somebody actually wanted a hat like mine.  I turned back, and I saw her waving to me, a huge smile on her face.

I figured she’d been around teens too long…maybe had fried a few brain cells in the style department…and didn’t think too much about it.  (For the record, she is very stylish, but I’m just saying…you’ve kind of gotta be “out there” to actually want a green hat like that!)

Well, I saw her a few days later at the school, and she offered to PAY me to make the hat for her.

Seriously?

This is the same administrator who shares my affinity for Coconut M&M’s.

First the hat and then the M&M’s.  Great minds think alike.

Well, I knew that the yarn had been discontinued and would be difficult to find, so I let things be…until I found out that the administrator had a nasty health crisis to deal with…quite unexpectedly.

I quickly got on Ravelry and searched through people’s stash, finding a few people who had exactly what I was looking for.  I was able to secure a sweet deal on two skeins and received them yesterday (Saturday)…

And so I cast on.

The pattern is free on Lion Brand’s web site.  You can find it by clicking here.

One neat thing I discovered today is that there is a row counter on the web site!  How cool is this!  I especially appreciated it because my counters are currently being used for other projects.

I pulled out the retired hat, counted rows so I would know how big to make its twin, and got busy.

Now, this project, although quick, is not super-easy.

Why?

Because of these…

Super-mammoth needles!!  Size 19’s, in case you can’t read the small print.

This is what it looks like to knit with these babies…

Yeah.  I told the Mr. that if I didn’t have arthritis before the project, I’d have it afterward!  Oy!

The knitting actually got easier the further along I went.  After working 26 rows, I cast off.  I added a much smaller pom because I didn’t want to make the administrator get a neck crick every time she wore it (and yes, this occasionally happened to me).

I used 1.2 skeins (53 yards) of yarn.

I wrapped the hat, along with the M&M’s and tied the bag with an extra pom pom I’d made…

The administrator is returning to work tomorrow.  Although I do not have to sub, I am going to make a special trip to the school to give it to her.

I cannot wait to see the look on her face!!

I Know the Plans I Have for You

“…For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future…”

Jeremiah 29:11

This is a verse I am holding on to during my long season of semi-unemployment.  Once again, I did not get a job I interviewed for…the subbing position at the Christian school (the one I told you about yesterday).

I am choosing to look at the positives…

  1. God loves me and has my best interest at heart.
  2. I put my name and face out there and received very good feedback from the principal who interviewed me.
  3. I have subbing assignments already lined up for Tuesday through Friday next week.  I was going to have to cancel these because long-term assignments trump one-day gigs, but now I won’t have to.
  4. I don’t have to be concerned about getting off of work early on Wednesday.  This is the day Chicky has her signing ceremony at school.  I will already be there, so that takes care of one thing on my to-do list.

Sounds like I’m reaching for straws, eh?

Not really.  You see, I’m learning that complaining doesn’t do anything but make me miserable.  It certainly doesn’t improve a situation.  I know that I am doing everything I can to find a regular teaching job.

Even though some people may believe that subbing isn’t a “real” job, I have never treated it as anything but THE job.  I have always given my responsibilities 110% no matter what the job title or pay scale.

I have often been over-qualified for the positions I’ve held, but I’ve always taken pride in my work.  I realize that I can use my skills to glorify God no matter where I am.

And so, I continue to trust.

It’s not always easy, but I’ve made the decision, and I’ll stick to it no matter how disappointed I may get.

God will provide.

Back in the Saddle

Well, I’ve had a week to recover from the excitement brought on by Chicky’s high school soccer team’s success.

Last week, I had finished a four-week subbing assignment.  This week’s slate was, for the most part, empty.

I spent the few few days of the week in a stupor.  I went grocery shopping.  When I opened the back of the car, this is what I saw…

An empty trunk.

It looks strange.  Mr. Heater has been put away, has have the soccer chairs that are almost like permanent appendages of my body.

On Wednesday, I returned to the dentist.  I had a long-overdue cleaning to endure.  My dental hygienist was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wouldn’t have to pull out the ice picks to remove the plaque from my teeth.  I think my last visit cured me of my fear of the dentist.  Seems strange, eh, given that I walked out of there with a huge hole in my mouth!  My gum is healing well, and I even scheduled my next cleaning appointment.  As I checked my calendar, I was a little sad as I realized that Chicky will be settled in at Rollins by then.

That evening, I had to attend what will probably be one of my last high school soccer meetings.  We met at one of the restaurants that had generously held a fundraiser for the team.  A friend on the board surprised me when she bought my dinner.  So sweet, that one (and a small answer to prayer as my checkbook is even more lean these days).

After the meeting ended, we stayed a bit longer…just the two of us.  Each of us ordered a glass of our favorite wine and sat for about an hour while we caught up with the latest news.   Our girls have played soccer together since Chicky was 11 years old.  Her daughter has one more year of high school left.  We’re going to miss each other next year.

Thursday was one of those days…

I have been staying up late to watch Olympic coverage.  By Thursday, I was worn out.  I saw the kids off to school, caught up on email and headed back to bed, where I stayed until Chicky arrived home for lunch…around 12:20!

Yeah, I was lazy.  I didn’t feel guilty, though.  Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Friday, I made up for the previous lazy day by meeting the principal of a Christian school in the hopes that she will hire me as a six-week substitute for a teacher at the school.  I am excited at the prospect, but I’ve learned not to get my hopes up.  I don’t want to be disappointed if it falls through.

After my appointment, I went to the high school to sub for the teacher I had just finished an assignment for.  Her students were ecstatic to see me.  I beamed as my “children” walked in the door.  I felt like I had arrived home.

I know it had only been nine days since I’d seen them last, but oh the joy that filled my heart when I saw their smiling faces.

Being a sub can be tough…especially when you are desperate for your own class.  I feel like a foster mom whose children are being pried from her arms to be returned to their birth mother.

It’s painful.

After I got off work, I returned home and resumed work on a slide show I’m creating for the soccer banquet next week.  The most difficult part about this project is selecting the music to accompany the pictures.

Have you ever read the lyrics for workout/energetic music?  Bad stuff, most of it.  Certainly nothing I would allow my children to listen to!

Thanks to the help from some of my friends (and the Mr. who found the PERFECT song for a special section of the show), I think I’m set now.  The slide show will need a bit more tweaking over the next few days, but it is close to being done.

In addition to all of the stuff I did this week, I also started a project for the Ravelympics.  It’s going to remain a surprise.  I’m pleased with my progress and hope to finish it in the next few days.

I’ve gotta say that being back in the saddle is interesting.  Not having games to attend two or three nights a week is a strange feeling.  It will be even weirder when the soccer banquet is over, and I don’t have the slide show to finish.

Whatever will I do with myself?

Chicky Doesn’t Do Oil Changes

Today, I took the Jeep in to the shop for a much-needed oil change.

Yeah, yeah.  I can almost hear you now…

“AuburnChick, I’m surprised you’re not changing the oil yourself given your penchant for do-it-yourself projects.”

This was a sentiment voiced by my friend, Rabbitrescuer, during our daily phone conversation this morning.

Let’s see…thus far in the last eight months, I’ve cleaned my lawn mower’s carburetor, installed a new doorbell, fixed a heating element in my oven, and taken apart the plumbing under my kitchen sink.

However, I draw the line at automotive repairs.

Chicky doesn’t do oil changes.  I let the professionals handle this chore because, you see, I am a bit claustrophobic.  The thought of getting under the Jeep does not sit well with me.

So, I took it in to the place I usually go, asking for the cheapest oil change.

Then I braced myself as I sat down to knit my time away.

I knew what was to come.

You know what I’m talking about.

“Ma’am, we looked at your vehicle, and we found a few things that need your attention.”

Of course you did, even though I told you I didn’t want the free maintenance inspection because 1) I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could because I had the day off and needed to run other errands, and 2) I didn’t want to listen to “The Spiel.”

I’m sure you’ve had to endure “The Spiel…” you know, when they try to sell you overpriced parts with inflated labor.  I mean…$22 to fix my windshield wipers?  Seriously?  When I can buy them at my auto parts store  and install them for free?

You’re talking to the Coupon Princess.  You’re gonna be hard-pressed to squeeze out any extra money from my thin wallet.

Ugh.

Why, pray tell, do these blue-uniformed, black-shoed guys even attempt to upsell me?  They should be used to hearing women defer to their husbands by now.  I mean, what woman will, in her right mind, plop down $500 to fix a long list of repairs without checking with the man in her home?

I mean…if it was yarn, that would be a different story.  Yarn is easy to understand.  Sales people don’t lie to you about a yarn’s virtues.  You can feel and see the yarn for yourself and know, instantly, if the yarn shop worker is telling the truth.

I always wonder when I’m getting my car fixed if the car REALLY needs what’s being done.  Money makes the world go ’round, right?

Ugh.

As the guy presented his list today, my eyes glazed over.

Still, he yammered on.

The man didn’t have a clue that he had lost me when he said the word, “inspection.”

Ugh.

Henceforth, the Mr. will be charged car duty.  I’ll take hard man-work like sitting on the couch watching TV any day over the car chore.

Random Dozen

Yay!  Time for the Random Dozen!  C’mon…join us…you know you wanna!!

1. If you could compete in one Olympic event (not necessarily winter sports) what would it be?
Is dancing an event?  LOL!  Seriously, though, I LOVE the Olympics!!!  I can’t pick just one event, so I’ll select one for Summer and one for Winter since I’m dreaming anyhow.  I have always loved gymnastics and thus would compete in gymnastics.  For the Winter Olympics, I’d compete in ice skating.  Yeah, I know…both are subjective, but hey…I’m used to being judged that way already (aren’t we all?).  And yes, I realize the image of me attempting to compete in either sport is comical, to say the least!

2. Do remember a specific Olympic moment from the past?
Heck yeah…LOTS of moments!  I remember Nadia winning gold in the 70’s, Mary Lou Retton and her Crest smile as she completed the perfect vault, and Kerri Strug’s heroic run on a hurt ankle to secure gold.  I remember Greg Louganis’ horrible accident on the diving platform, from which he rebounded and won gold.  And who could ever forget Dan Jansen’s heartbreaking fall in a race he competed in the evening after his sister passed away.  I think the world cried for him.  I know I certainly did.  I remember rooting for him four years later, only to see his heart broken yet again, as he failed to obtain a medal.  However, I remember his triumphal victory during his third Olympics, when he, at last, won a gold medal.  His story is the ultimate Olympic story.  LOADS of memories!!!

3. Have you ever known anyone who competed in the Olympics?

No.  But, it wouldn’t surprise me if one of the soccer gals who plays on Chicky’s team winds up playing at Olympic level one day.

4. If everyday activities were Olympic-worthy, which activity would you have a gold medal in?

Being on the computer.  Nuff said.

5. Do you know anything about your ethnic heritage?

I think so.  I was born in Canada to a French-Canadian mom and a Parisian (as in France) father.  One of my grandparents was from Germany, and the other from Austria (their parents hated each other because that was in the day when those countries were trying to overthrow each other…think World Wars).  My other grandparents were from Canada.  I’m cool.  I’m European.  Yeah…aren’t we all in the end?

6. Do you enjoy sleeping late?

Heck yeah!  Any day I don’t have to set the alarm, you’ll find me in bed until 9 or 10am.  I’m starting to become a night owl…hence the late mornings.

7. Have you ever performed CPR on anyone? Do you know how? (Yes, that’s two, I know. Whatevs.)
I’ve never performed CPR, but I sort-of know how.

8. Name one country you’d like to visit and explain why.

Two countries:  Israel – because of my Christian history and love for the Jewish history that precedes mine, and Italy – because of the art and richness of history in that one country.

9. Have you ever fixed up a couple romantically?
No.

10. What is the last book you read?
Friday Night Knitting Club – I didn’t like the ending one bit.

11. What Olympic story are you tired of hearing about?
The gal who showboated during the snowboarding event last Olympics and lost out on the gold.  Man, but I know this has got to make her feel bad every time she hears it!  Give the girl a break!

12. What is your favorite meal at your favorite restaurant?

Not one favorite!!!  Since getting my teeth pulled, I’ve become a big fan of soup.  I love the baked potato soup at a restaurant we had a soccer fundraiser, and I love the roasted tomato soup at another local restaurant.