“I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.”

Today is a pretty day. It is also a cold and windy day. I have no plans. The dump can wait until Wednesday. I do need to water plants, my only chore for the day.

It must have rained a bit earlier this morning. The sides of the road were wet and there were drops on my paper’s plastic cover. I was surprised.

Yesterday’s concert went well. We had a good audience. I put my finger in the splint and Velcroed it to the next finger to help keep it still. It survived the whole concert, all two sets of it, but it did hurt by the time I was home so I left the splint off. My thumb got the worst of it. I used it to strum. The side of my thumb now has a blister.

I put more miles on my car this week than I have in a year. Two trips to Orleans for PT, a trip to Hyannis to see my doctor, a ride to Agway for animal food, a stop in Harwich for uke practice and yesterday’s going down cape to Eastham added up. I am not enthused. I do enjoy staying home. I am a sloth at heart.

This week I have only one PT and my uke lesson. We are starting our Christmas set. I hope my thumb heals.

I put a mid size pumpkin on my front steps. A bit back I noticed claw marks on it. I knew they were from a spawn of Satan. I then noticed a small hole then a larger hole and some pumpkins seed debris on the walkway. Yesterday the spawn was dining al fresco while sitting on the steps. I let him be. I let him enjoy this treat.

This morning I had an onion bagel and some bacon with my coffee. It reminded me of Sunday breakfast when I visited my parents. Sometimes we went out but mostly my father cooked breakfast. I can still see him in his grey flannel shirt, his khakis and a towel on his shoulder as he stood by the stove cooking. He always used the black cast iron skillet. First he cooked the bacon and then the eggs. He always asked what kind of eggs I wanted. He was a pro at eggs over easy. He never broke the yolk. I loved those Sunday mornings.

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4 Comments on ““I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    This morning we went way below freezing to 29°. My wife reported that our pool freeze guard was working as the pump was on early this morning. The sky is a clear blue but I slept in for an extra two hours today. Obviously my body needed the rest.

    Cooking eggs over easy correctly is an art. Getting the yokes the correct consistency of softness while cooking the whites fully without burning the edges is a high tech skill. Not breaking the yokes when flipping the eggs is the supreme test of a short order chef. Kudos to your late father’s skill.

    Today we are going to a Chili’s restaurant to sit at the bar and watch the Cowboys and the Vikings play. My daughter enjoyed that experience last Sunday so we will repeat it again. I’m not a fan of drinking, but my spouse and daughter enjoy Margaritas. I might have a beer. Last week Chili’s had one type of Margarita and some appetizers on sale during the game. Go Cowboys!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I also slept in but only an hour more. I was still tired when I woke up.

      Every Sunday I talk to my sister in Colorado. Today it was 4° there. It was cold here, but that put cold in perspective. 29° too is really cold. We weren’t far above that all day, 32°.

      My father was a whiz with those eggs. He cooked every bit of the white without hardening the yellow. I wish I could do as well. Sometimes my eggs are perfect, but other times I break the yoke.

      I watch the Pats and the Jets. It was quite a good game. With only seconds left it was 3-3, and the Pats were on punt return. The punt returner went all the way, 84 yards, the first TD on a punt return this whole year for any team. They won 10-3 with 5 seconds left on the clock.

      I’m not a big drinker either. I don’t think I have ever been to a bar or restaurant to watch a game, but I expect it is far more exciting among a crowd.

      I used to enjoy eating at the Chili’s here, but it closed.

      Go Pats!!

      • Bob Says:

        We started our afternoon at Chili’s at the bar. My daughter and spouse had Margaritas and we snacked on fried corn chips with salsa. At halftime the Cowboys led the Vikings 20 to 3. We then went to dinner where we watched the end of the game where the Pokes beat the Vikings 40 to 3. We ate at an independent restaurant where my daughter had meat loaf and we had chicken fried steak. Chicken fried steak is a texas tradition and is served smothered in white cream gravy.

      • katry Says:

        Once in a while I see chicken fried steak on menus around here. I don’t think I have ever ordered it.

        Wow, 40-3. That is amazing. I’m thinking the game might have gotten a little ho-hum given how often the Cowboys scored, probably on every possessions.

        That sounds like a fun afternoon!


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