Friday short story: I'm all business during the week. I write. I listen to NPR. I read serious fiction. But by Friday afternoon, I need to loosen up. This sometimes starts with a trip to the grocery store - no, not for yogurt and vegetables. My weekend list includes the good stuff: vanilla ice cream, cheeses from France, and red meat. As I cruise through the aisles, my mood is further lightened by the store's musical selection. Wait, is that Ladies' Night by Kool and the Gang?! I am so excited, I immediately start texting the lyrics, as I sing, to the boys. They used to ignore me. But now, occasionally, they text back the next line. Ecstatic, I pull the cart to one side and text the next line back to them. Do you want to try it? It's really easy and it's soooooo fun! Here goes: Just a small town boy born and raised in South Detroit...
A Saturday short story:
My main goal for my annual physical is to weigh less than the year before. Shallow? Sure. Yesterday’s exam was scheduled for 1:30 pm, a bad time slot since it’s after lunch. I exercised in the morning, drank a smoothie, and told myself that I was done eating. At this point, I had five hours to lose three pounds.
I went to the doctor’s office at the appointed time and was told there was nothing scheduled for me. And the young woman at reception looked ...at me like I am the right age to mix up my calendar. Because I skipped lunch, I was hangry - but said nothing, even though she could not be more wrong about my grip on my daily schedule.
The next stop was the grocery store. Freed from my self-imposed food restriction, I bee-lined to the deli for some chicken salad. It was gone before I reached the seafood counter at the end of the aisle. Just around the corner, a sausage vendor was handing out free samples. What’s the limit, I asked him. Two apparently.
Bagged food in the back of the car, I headed for the coffee shop, where I got a large cookie with my latte.
And this morning? I walked right by the bathroom scale like I didn’t even care.
We live in an old, cold house. My first stop after getting out of bed is the coffee pot. My second is my warming station. Here I alternate between sipping coffee and heating my hands on the radiator. It’s a good place to clear early in the day fogginess. Sometimes I think about summer...