Fed by others
That moment, when I’m having breakfast and I’m reminded that we are going out to a restaurant for breakfast… Of course I was able to handle the situation. After all, no restaurant ever serves me food “immediately”, unless I count the fast food places in the city. What with a half-hour between, I’ll be (and was) good to go.
Set the pace for the rest of the day. Cue the second trip to town, to pick up some bird seed. Can’t let the dinosaur class go hungry. Back home, to let the afternoon slip by. An unexpected delivery of a tree (a huge tree, in fact) meant that I had an occasion to take someone on a tour of the place. I like that part of my job. It helps that we’re barely settled in; the place doesn’t have the air which decades will bestow. And I do hope to have decades (that’s the wish of a man that realizes I won’t live forever, unlike with our first house, where getting older wasn’t on the “radar”.
This evening, a little shock and awe (a thunderstorm). One of the rare ones where the couch seems to rattle. Real pedal tones. I wish I could imitate that on my wimpy little guitar amp. The storm didn’t last long, or come with any lasting effects. No felled trees, or structural damage. A good kind of storm, right?
And we now have our tickets for supper, tomorrow. A break from trying to be inventive in my own kitchen. The dog, unfortunately, won’t win any leftovers.
