Valentine’s Day at Shakers
It was Valentine’s Day, so my wife, Peggie and I started the day at Shakers, a restaurant in Pasadena. It once had three locations; Pasadena, South Pasadena and Glendale, CA. Several years ago, the Pasadena location closed and was soon razed. Office buildings now occupy the land. It was about that time when they took on the name ‘Shakers’. It had previously been known as ‘Salt Shakers’, but I suspect that ‘salt became a burden for them in an ever-increasing health conscious community.
Peggie and I come here primarily for two of our favorite breakfast dishes. She enjoys their quiche, and I, banana-nut-waffles.
I was surprised that Shakers wasn’t more crowded, especially since it was Valentine’s day. I suppose it was that the lovers were waiting for dinner to treat one another. Since there was not the pressure for the hostess to put fresh bodies at out table, I figured I would do some sketching. The man sitting alone at the counter was an ideal subject. I realized after I had sketched the heart between him and the hostess that it looked a little corny, but it was actually there on a wall behind them.
Doing What We Do
Sketching might not sound like a romantic thing to do on a date on Valentine’s Day. Did I mention that Peggie had her nose buried in a quilting book. After 35 years of marriage, we’re often happy just to spend time together doing what we do.
When I completed the sketch, Peggie and I left Shakers to take care of some other business, which took several hours. Since it was Valentine’s Day, we decided to indulge and have some overpriced coffee on our way home.
She pulled out her quilting book and I my sketch, which I began to watercolor. As one of the patrons was leaving, he looked over at my painting and complemented me. That was all I needed to go into my ‘Jesus en plein air’ mode.
I Won’t Kick God Out Of My Workshop
We talked about art for a while and I told him about my workshop. I then turned the conversation toward God. He told me about his childhood when his mother took him to church. He said he was no longer interested in God, but would be very much interested in attending my workshop.
He said, “I’ll come to the workshop, but I don’t want to hear anything about God or Jesus.” It sounded like he wanted me to kick God out of my workshop. I replied, “You’re welcome to come to the workshop, but you will definitely hear about God and Jesus.”