“The optimist sees the donut, the pessimist sees the hole.”
My mood and the day are a perfect match: dark and dismal. My back is fine so I have no complaints there, but my leg in the morning is always unhappy, and it takes a while for modern medicine to work its magic. Until then the leg goes up on the couch, off the couch and back up again a few times while I try to find a comfortable, less painful spot. Most times I am not all that lucky. As for right now, the marvel of medicine has done its job.
I still think of Sunday as a do nothing sort of day. When I was a kid, it was a quiet day. After breakfast, I’d dress for church. Unless I was up early enough to go with my dad, my brother and I walked to mass together. My dad was an usher, the guy who passed the basket. It was a neat basket with a handle so long the basket reached to the middle of the long middle pews. My dad did the center first then one side while his partner did the other. Those were the days of suits, even in the summer. My dad didn’t have a light weight suit. I don’t even know if they had them back then. His suits were dark black or blue or gray. He always wore a starched white shirt. On the way home he’d stop to get the Sunday paper and a dozen donuts. He was a plain donut man. My mother was never a coffee drinker, but she loved dunking her donuts in coffee, her plain donuts. Back then I was a jelly donut fan and was a pro at catching the oozy jelly from the bottom hole before it hit my shirt. It is a skill in which I still excel though now I prefer lemon to jelly, but my favorite of all is a butternut donut. I don’t get donuts often, but yesterday my friend brought me iced coffee and a lemon donut. That donut was perfectly fresh and delicious, and not a drop of lemon fell.
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June 30, 2013 at 11:11 am
Oh, Kat! Now I have to go out for donuts and coffee. Iced coffee, of course.
My youngest brother’s first ex-wife was a powdered donut fan. She never managed to eat a powdered donut without getting the white sugar on her person. On one occasion she finished her powdered donut snack and had no sugar on her. She turned to leave and there was a huge powdered sugar streak on her back. It’s a mystery.
I’m sorry that your leg is bugging you. If it’s just a muscle realignment issue, a therapeutic massage practitioner might be able to help facilitate a speedier recovery. If your PT doesn’t already do that, they might be able to recommend someone.
It’s kind of sunny and sort of warm up here. I foresee a day of not doing very much as I did all the things yesterday. I even cooked. Sea scallops from the farmer’s market, lightly breaded with panko, pan fried in olive oil and butter and served with lemon wedges and a side of roasted asparagus. I did good. 🙂
Enjoy the rest of your day.
June 30, 2013 at 11:56 am
Hi Caryn,
I knew I’d grab someone with my donuts and coffee.
It is so true about all that sugar. As careful as you are, it gets on your hands and all around your mouth. Just picking it up out of the box starts the sugar trail.
The PT person is working on that leg when she comes. It is always so painful after she works it, but I know she has to do it.
No sun, clouds again and a damp thick day. I don’t even feel like moving at all.
Yum dinner!! You can cook for me anytime!!
Enjoy your Sunday!!
June 30, 2013 at 12:38 pm
The Muppets way to make donuts:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNJot_B1lHc
I never understood why you make holes in a “Berliner” 😉
June 30, 2013 at 12:46 pm
So a Berliner is the same thing! So I’ve been eating Berliners instead of dunuts then 🙂 We call them Monks in the town I grew up 🙂
June 30, 2013 at 3:35 pm
I looked up the images of a Berliner, and they look just like the filled donuts like lemon and jelly.
June 30, 2013 at 3:34 pm
Birgit,
I loved it. The Muppets are always so clever. He made me laugh, and I have no idea what he was saying until the end and donut.
June 30, 2013 at 12:45 pm
I’m not a big fan of donuts but if I’ll have one it must be the ones filled with vanilla pudding or custard. Those are just delicious 🙂 My grandmother used to make jelly filled ones and she really knew how to do them. But for a long time I thought only gypsies knew how to do them 🙂 The only time I usually saw them was when the travelling funfair came for a visit 🙂 The plain ones with a hole has never been something I’ve longed for.
really cold and rainy here in the morning and now it’s cold and sunny in the evening. I need more warmth and sunshine so my tomatoed finally ripes 🙂 Only one more week and then it’s vacation 🙂
I was lucky with my two hip surgeries, I never needed to take any pain pills afterwards. But thank god we have those pills 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
June 30, 2013 at 3:41 pm
Christer,
You can have so any different kinds of donuts it’s almost sinful. Some have holes, some don’t. During the holidays, the frostings are holiday colors like green and red for Christmas. I always thought the plain donuts were boring but that didn’t bother my father.
Still damp here though the humidity has warmed the day up and made it feel hot.
I am taking few pills now compared to in the beginning. I have taken two today and will take one before I go to bed. They do help.
June 30, 2013 at 2:13 pm
At the last radio station I worked, I was the weekend newscaster. My first week on the job I decided to pick up a dozen donuts on my way in because I figured if I made any mistakes or blew the place up they wouldn’t fire me (“Aw, she brings in donuts…let’s give her another week.”) The weekend staff loved it, because they don’t get as many perks as the full-timers who work during the week.
Unfortunately I do a lot less donuts now…you make me wanna run out and grab one…
Keep it up with your recovery.
Waving from Jersey…
Coleen
June 30, 2013 at 3:45 pm
Hi Coleen,
My dad always brought those donuts home, but he never could remember which one was my favorite so I usually took the lemon.
I seldom do a donut now as I’m not generally out in the morning, but if I’m coming home from a late night I strop for coffee and am tempted to get a donut (the energy I need to drive home).
Waving from an ugly humid Cape Cod!!
June 30, 2013 at 3:27 pm
Donut holes are my weakness. Just enough of each kind to satisfy one’s craving for all without going overboard. I do love the chocolate ones best.
I used to drive down to the Donut Land early on Sunday mornings for a box and sneak a few smokes on the way there, and back. Funny, they closed about the same time I quit smoking. I see now that God really does work in mysterious ways.
June 30, 2013 at 3:50 pm
John,
I used to buy donut holes for the kids at school in my homeroom. It was a always a treat for them. I think I like the chocolate ones best as well. They’re just too east to pop into your mouth!