A recipe has no soul. You, as the cook, must bring soul to the recipe.
Well, Friday has arrived and it is going to be a lovely day. In fact, they say the entire weekend is going to be clear and cool. Definitely time to get out of the house and enjoy. I am planning making a fruit salad and heading out for lunch in the park tomorrow, so today I am off to the fruit stand. Sounds like a good way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon.
What a lunch we had yesterday!!! Sure overdid my daily sodium level but once in awhile doesn't hurt. At least that is what I like to tell myself. Makes it sound less sinful. They served manicotti, meatball, sausage, salad, roll, jello, and a cannoli. Both cooks are from Italy so you just know that the food was authentic and delicious. I went home feeling like a stuffed goose.
And it was a darned good thing my intuition told me to go to the Center earlier than usual. The place was packed. Any later and I may not have been able to sit with my friends.
You may think I am crazy, but lately I have been missing work. Not substance abuse counseling, but doing something. I'm not sure what. I just feel as if I am missing something. I know it is irrational, and I AM very happy with retirement. I love not having to answer to anyone. But then there are times I watch the workers at the Center and wish that I was one of them. Of course, that's not going to happen. A change of careers at 68? That would mean back to school, and I don't think that is going to happen. I don't have it in me. Will definitely have to find out what planetary transit may be at the root of this restlessness within.
Perhaps it is because sometimes I find it hard thinking of myself as a client. I've had my own clients for so long, I sometimes have difficulty with the fact that I am on the opposite side now.
Got my reimbursement check back from the health plan. I can't believe they had the nerve to deduct their monthly payment from it. What about the $30 I had to lay out in a late fee because of the stupidity of the person who opened the check and assumed I was paying 96 years in advance. Can't believe the bank that accepted the check was none other than Chase. I would expect better from them.
Well, that's about it for now. Not going to the Center today. Never go on Friday because they always serve fish, and I have never liked it. Only fish I eat is a nice tuna sandwich.
See you all on Monday. May your weekend be filled with lots of love and laughter.