October 17th, 2011
Today’s Specials: Farmer’s omelette with buttermilk biscuits. Italian sausage on a ciabatta roll with grilled peppers, onions and mushrooms, and a milkshake. New York Reuben with chips and a salad bar trip.
I had a grilled cheese–one of my favorite foods on earth–with a bowl of minestrone. A perfect meal for a rainy fall day on Lake Superior. Rick lit the first fire of fall in the woodstove today, and now I’m cozy and sleepy and full. It’s quiet in the store for almost the first time since sometime in May, and I would love to do nothing more than read my book (CRISS CROSS, by Lynn Rae Perkins, and I love it, just as I loved her first novel, ALL ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE).
Can’t do that, but am pretty content to do what I am doing, too:
*wiping out the fridge
*cleaning the ceiling fan blades
*listening to Ruthie Foster sing “Woke Up This Morning,” on Sirius 70 (man, can she sing, and when the track’s over, B.B. King comes on and says in his gravelly voice, “You woke up this morning, don’t complain, you woke up.” And I think, Yeah.)
*prepping to make pasties
*eating my funsize Snickers that Gary just delivered (Yep, three weeks in and I’m starting to take the funsize Snickers for granted; note the choice of the word ‘delivered’ as opposed to say, ‘kindly gave me as a little gift for the twenty-somethingieth day in a row.’)
*cleaning the cabinet fronts in the diner (really, we don’t make a habit of flinging milk EVERYWHERE; how does it get splattered EVERYWHERE?)
*teasing Terri, who’s teasing me back.
Went to the bank, went to the Post Office, visited with a group of friends up from Cleveland, OH. Made a pizza, put bread in the oven, put in an order with Sysco, contemplated the bills for a while. Wrote this blog. It is such a relief and a pleasure not to be hurrying.