After my Motherâ€™s Day brunch at Corky and Lennyâ€™s this morning, my husband John asked me what else I wanted to do today. I suggested that he and our son and I take a little walk in a park with our dog. He asked which park I would like to visit.
â€œEuclid Creek or Acacia,â€ I said. These are two large Metroparks near our house.
â€œWe canâ€™t go anywhere where there are other dogs,â€ he said. â€œThereâ€™s that dog flu going around.â€
I had no response to that.
â€œOr coyotes,â€ he added. Coyotes are rumored to have been spotted at Acacia. â€œMaybe we could go to that park by the Recreation Pavilion.â€
â€œForest Hills Park,â€ my son and I said together. â€œThey donâ€™t allow dogs there.â€
â€œThey do let dogs there,â€ he said. â€œWe could go to Cain Park.â€
â€œOK,â€ I said. â€œI think maybe they do let dogs at Cain Park. I havenâ€™t been there for a long time. Letâ€™s go there.â€
â€œBut thereâ€™s nothing to see at Cain Park,â€ John said. What John likes to see at any park is water. Thereâ€™s no water at Cain Park.
â€œWhy did you suggest Cain Park then?â€ I asked.
â€œI didnâ€™t say Cain Park. I said the park by the Recreation Pavilion.â€
My son and I looked at each other. We told John he had suggested Cain Park. He denied it.Â Apparently he was mixing the parks up. We dropped it.
Then John said, â€œWe could go up to the lake.â€ That would fulfill his water-viewing needs, so I said okay. On the way to Lakefront Lodge Park in Willowick, John was wondering out loud about Biagioâ€™s, a doughnut shop somewhere nearby that had recently won Northeast Ohioâ€™s BestÂ Donuts People’s Choice Award. John is a doughnut connoisseur.
At the park, it was overcast and breezy but beautiful. I was wearing a skirt and sandals, not dressed for climbing down the steep slope to the lake and walking on the rocks. I sat on a bench looking out at slate-blue Lake Erie fading into the grayish horizon. The dog sat on my lap. My son returned before John and asked, â€œWhat are the chances weâ€™re going to stop for custard on the way home?â€ I imagined the chances were pretty good.
On the way out of the parking lot, John turned left, and I knew he was headed to CPâ€™s Cooler, an ice-cream shop on Vine Street. We pulled in and took turns watching the dog and going inside to order our ice cream. We sat chatting, and then, as we were finishing our ice cream, John suddenly jumped up, saying, â€œIâ€™ll go inside and ask them.â€ My son and I wondered if he was going to ask them why New York City has an ordinance forbidding the exhibition of nitrate film, which is what we had been talking about.
It turned out John wanted to know where the doughnut shop Biagioâ€™s was. Right down the street, as it turned out! Â So we headed down Vine Street and pulled into Biagioâ€™s, where John got a bag of doughnuts.
We took the long way home, because John wanted to show us the Ford dealership in Wickliffe where he had recently gotten his car repaired. On the way, he pointed out the route he had walked while waiting for his car to be finished. â€œAnd thatâ€™s where I got a tattoo,â€ he said, pointing to the Atom Bomb Tattoo parlor. He was kidding.
When we got home, I took a nap, and then my daughter called. All in all, it was a very nice Motherâ€™s Day.