Yesterday was a bit of a bust, fully living up to my early morning thoughts. I woke up and lay for a while trying to think of something, anything that would make me smile before day's end. I missed the window of opportunity to go for a walk as the rain set in pretty seriously. A walk would have been me, on my own, anyway and I'm realizing I need some stimulating conversation. I feel somewhat pathetic that the thought of going to a store is my best hope for an interaction that actually has another human being asking "How are You?" or "How's it Going?" but I am fully cognizant of the fact that, in polite society, the cashier down at the local mini-mart doesn't really want to know!
I did pop out to get a birthday card for a friend. I'm not sure that smirking at some of the humorous sentiments in Hallmark Land qualifies as the smiles I was looking for, but beggars can't be choosers. I picked up some gnocchi, chanterelle mushrooms, parsnips and fresh bread at the veggie store next door and got home with a plan for the lunchtime menu. Coq-au-vin was the basic idea. I rarely follow recipes, so there were some deviations, especially when I tossed in the Gnocchi at the end to create a flavorful one dish wonder that hit the spot rather nicely with a dandelion, mache and butter lettuce salad on the side.
That's it! That's all I accomplished in a whole day. I read for a few hours and, in between scintillating cerebral stimulation from the big black box in the corner of the room, contemplated shipping one of Lovely Daughter's cats back to her in a box without air-holes, as she (the cat) has decided that there is no better scratching post than my red leather furniture. The padded arms of the over sized arm chair and the top ridge in back of the couch make a satisfying popping sound as she engages her claws in a full body destructive experience. The smooth, rich leather is transforming rather quickly from sleek to a distressed finish. Maybe Hubby can put her in his suitcase and take her with him when he leaves for France on Friday? (Always assuming he can locate his passport by then).