July 2, 2016

Noons




A view from my chair.  Small: DeLlamas; Big: Hawkins.

Three days a week around eleven, I eat lunch at home from my wonderfully overstuffed chair.  Perhaps a scoop of cottage cheese, mayo, and half an avocado.  Proteins and fats instead of carbohydrates.  I’ve spent my mornings rushing around even on the internet.  Thanks to many of you, I have wonderful people I visit here. 

I’ve been known to fall asleep with a snort and snore after lunch.  My head bobs.  I get a headache.  Silly me.

Wednesdays and Fridays I take lunch with me to work.  G packs me a sandwich…paper thin slices of homemade bread, meat, and lots of lettuce in a Ziploc baggie.  That baggie is my key to eating and working at the same time.  My work is dirty, and I don’t want a dirt clogged sandwich while I sort or shelve books and clothes.  Yes, I often stick my baggie in my apron pocket and grab a bite when I can.

Saturday’s we have been having lunch at the Broken Yolk.  For years we ate at Perry’s, but the Yolk’s morning foods seem less greasy.  Yes, I feel guilty eating somewhere new.  We have way too many breakfast places within a four block area:  two Denny’s, Naked Cafe, Perry’s, Broken Yolk, I-HOP, a hotel restaurant, Swami’s, a waffle place, and tons of fast food places.  You would think somebody would have made a functional business plan before starting a breakfast restaurant in this very tiny neighborhood.

I confess.  Pancakes were my favorite thing for years.  No more.  But I sure do remember them fondly.



                                                                    

  • Himself:  Playing games.  Watching Netflix now that he has it working….so far on this three day holiday.  I think we will find a hill top to watch the fireworks from.  Nothing fancy.
  • Herself:  Finished two small star blocks for the bottom of the crow quilt.  I figured out why I hate quilting so….every block is a failure when I have to take it apart three or four times.  It depresses me.
  • Reading:  Rereading Elizabeth Moon’s space opera.  Even on this third reading since it was written, it continues to excite.
  • Gratitudes:  For being here and feeling so well.  George…always.


  • 4 comments:

    1. So many restaurants to choose from. As I get older, I find I don't want to eat out so much. Much better food at home, or done the way I like I guess.

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    2. Those ads for the pineapple pancakes at IHOP sure do a number on my taste buds! Thankfully, we don't have an iHOP anywhere near us! LOL Gratitude for you and G being in my life. Will try to start writing again...

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    3. I'm sure there might be one or three more breakfast joints in the hood. We might have to drive in circles.

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    4. G is such a sweetheart to make to a lovely, convenient lunch for you.

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