“I try not to make plans. Because, even the best laid plans etc. etc.”
– Author: Brent Spiner
My plan for Sunday was rather easy. Get up (always a good way to start the day), have a coffee, eat some breakfast, have a second coffee, then get my heinie outside for a good walk. Upon my return will deserve a nice bowl of my veggie soup, take a shower, prepare supper, pick up my mother, enjoy our meal, drive her back, relax and go to bed.
As Sundays go, it started off nice and slow. Slept in until 9 (never mind I was awake from 2 till 5). Stoked the fire and made myself a cup of coffee. Got onto the Interwebs to catch up on my readings. Ate my bowl of Raisin Bran by 10, continued reading and next thing I knew it was past noon. Well, dang.
If I was going to walk for any reasonable time, I’d have to eat sooner. Continued reading and commenting and whatnot and then around 1:30-ish, had a small bowl of soup, then dressed up to go out.
Shovelled the back porch and along the back of the house up to the side gate (must have all exits free from snow, in case). Once that was done, grabbed my camera and was off.
After the cold we had on Saturday, Sunday felt positively balmy! Off I went in the direction of my willow, planning to keep walking until I reached the discovered secluded walkway. I got to the first park and decided to take a pic of the play area as this week’s theme in my photo group is “a touch of blue”, and there is blue on the monkey bars. I slid-shuffled across the skating rink, passing by a lady who was clearing the snow off the rink. I took a few pictures then noticed a flash of something on my camera….
“No card in camera”.
What. The. Fuck? What an amateur move! I completely forgot that I had taken a few pics of the sky from my living room window the evening before, uploaded them into my computer. Where I left the card. Sonova–
I grumble and take out my cell phone to snap a couple pics. Would have been a grand day with the camera as the day was beautiful, for sure.
However, there was no way in hell I was lugging my camera bag without being able to take pictures! Get a sore back for nothing? No. So I turned around. As I crossed the park, I thought, hey, all is not lost, I have lots of time. I shall go home, change and go back out for a run. Once I turned on the next street, the wind in my face determined otherwise. The day was bust. I just wasn’t feeling it, anymore anyway.
So I took my shower then slowly started preparing my supper. It was nice to not feel rushed. Chopping and sautéeing and browning. It’s when I feel the most zen. Just as I was putting my coat on to leave to pick up my mother, Iain’s CAA arrived to boost his car (dead battery). I told him that, since he had to drive his car to get his battery full, it would be a wonderful idea if he could go and get his grandmother. He agreed.
We had a lovely and simple Sunday dinner. To be repeated! I made my “Chicken à la Tuscan à la Dale” – one of those recipes that I actually wrote down. (Years and years ago, Mick asked me to please stop winging it and write things down so that I could potentially repeat the good stuff.) Of course, I never follow it, but the fact that I wrote it down means that I potentially remake it sorta-kinda the same way (ish). It just so happens I was looking for this recipe to share with someone else – and ended up not doing so coz I never did get around to sending out Christmas cards in which I was supposed to include a recipe on a 3″ X 5″ index card; said index cards that I actually bought for the occasion and will be potentially used next year – so it was top of my mind when I asked Mom if she wanted dinner.
Plans are great and all but hey, when they are broken, doesn’t mean all is lost!