...often go astray. You can plan ahead for everything except the unexpected.
Nancy (youngatheart) and I had made plans to get together today. I was going to drive (drive? what's that?) up to Baltimore and we were going to have a nice lunch at home and just hang out.
My car wouldn't start.
So I spent the day with the tow truck driver, the service advisor and the mechanic at the car dealership instead of with Nancy. 😞 😞 😞 Not only do I like Nancy better than those three guys, I also doubt that Nancy would have charged me $465 to spend the afternoon with her!
Nancy is not yet feeling papparazzi-ready and decreed (in capital letters, no less!) "NO PHOTOS!" This made the shutterbug in me very restless. I had made a nice lunch to take with me, so I arranged it artfully and took photos of it, hoping that would satisfy my need to take photos of everywhere I go.
Here, Nancy, please enjoy your lunch vicariously. (I actually ended up giving half of everything to the neighbor who drove me back to the dealership tonight. He was very happy to have your lunch.)
The menu:
Appetizers: garlic & herb green olives, lupini beans and smoked almonds.
Salad: Caprese Salad (beefsteak tomato, fresh mozzarella, fresh basil and a drizzle of balsamic glaze.
Entrees: 1) Greek Orzo & Shrimp, 2) Portabello Mushrooms stuffed with Italian Sausage & Spinach.
3) Zucchini Boats filled with Asparagus, Fresh Corn and Genoa Salami with Melted Cheddar
Sides: Fruit Kabobs. Red Pepper & Onion Potato Salad.
Dessert: Ghirardelli "Twilight Delight" Intense Dark Chocolate. King Leo's Soft Peppermint Sticks.
Let me be clear. My little car problems are nothing at all compared with Tommy's heart attack, the death of Kathryn's son and mikecity's serious injury. But it was still an expensive, unpleasant way to spend the day. Especially since I was supposed to be hanging out with Nancy in Baltimore.
I should say something about cigarettes (since this blog had nothing at all to do with smoking!). I walked (by choice) about three miles of the way home from the dealership. I counted the cigarette butts along the sidewalks and curbs. The total number was astounding. I also was able to make some observations about people's butt-throwing habits. But that's a whole different blog!
