Day 1,557
We will be having a private, casual dinner tonight.
Yes, I took the night off yesterday allowing myself a night off from the high-level thinking. The long, several details that will have me thinking through several theories will be in another Coffee and Breakfast. Fundraising will also be in another Coffee and Breakfast.
This man that I have spoken over on at least one occasion. It is not his fault nor is it mine, he is working in a deficit. Too many years I have been mismanaged and not properly managed. There is a long, long list I am constantly working through. Remember I do not want to live this life. It is not of my own choosing.
It is important that I am able to speak my mind, he understands that it is just as important to be heard as it is to be listened to. Some might call it laid-back, yet I see it as he just does not worry about the small stuff. The things in life that are not worth the time, the bother, the energy, and the stress. He saves his energy for the important things in life. Probably something learned from his father. What is wrong with that? Nothing.
Don’t worry about the code. It is only code. It doesn’t always mean anything. It doesn’t always mean what is written.
He also agrees with me that people cannot be devalued to a purchase, a dollar amount, a product, a brand, or any similar thought.
The sun has gone down, we are headed outside to my imaginary dining room. This time additions have been made to the room. In addition to the wine bottle wall there is a beer bottle wall, as well as, a spirits and liqueurs portion of a wall that is more like a small window high on a wall. Beer bottles perhaps with the tops cut off so that they can be flush when epoxied or perhaps they are whole when epoxied then framed in reclaimed wood. Either the wine or beer or both walls pivot open and closed. These bottles from around the world I collect in old wooden barrels in a storage room that is in a separate building until there is enough of them I can lay them on a canvas, place them together and epoxy or adhere together framing them in the reclaimed wood.
Lights have been added as well. Tiny LED lights have been placed along the length of the vertical wood slats with a groove notched out allowing the lights to set in the wood. Perhaps icicle lights on the ceiling, or more LED lights.
I let you choose the music for the evening because that was unbelievably creative and clever and give you the choice between a pitcher of real homemade not from a mix margarita’s or local craft beer for the meal. As I am not a woman that wants to make every decision. Not in a situation such as this.
Tonight, I get to be a girl again. Wearing a simple and casual dress perhaps with sandals or casual heels. I get to wear makeup again. Simple and understated make-up for the occasion, but you have no idea how devastatingly glamorous I can be – that is the truth. Painted toenails, sleek legs, perfume you cannot smell unless you are closer than a whisper, my hair down and styled simple, casual, so whenever my hair moves in the breeze you take notice. You cannot help, but to look.
Because there is nothing as powerful as femininity. It is not power. It is powerful. Femininity. It is important because I never get to be a girl anymore.
For the meal, I made chicken burritos. Slow cooking the chicken in broth until cooked then fork shredding it, placing it back in a pan of real enchilada or another sauce until it just melts not stringy chicken meat. A flour tortilla, filled with the chicken meat slightly cooled so it doesn’t interfere with the other ingredients, sliced avocado, shredded lettuce probably iceberg, sour cream that I have taken cilantro and or parsley cut and crushed in a mortar and pestle then folded into the cream, sharp shredded cheddar cheese, then folded. It’s important that the layers create the best bite. Slightly toasted in a panini maker for just a bit of crust. A side of homemade guacamole, Pico de Gallo or just chopped tomatoes, homemade tortilla chips, and jalapeno coleslaw. Wonder what this tastes like, shredded cabbage letting it sit in a jalapeno juice overnight or for several days. Wonder what that would taste like.
Does it need some fresh chopped garlic, I ask before we get to the table?
I see the look on his face and reassure him of the disposable toothbrushes in the guest bathroom if he is worried about fresh breath after dinner.
Placing at the table a small vase of clear glass pale pink cottage roses with cuttings of asparagus fern because I heard the word romantic. This part he enjoys for many reasons I don’t have to share with you here. I tell him how Murphy helped me in the kitchen while making the meal. Watching something on my electronic device while cooking. Murphy laid down on the counter – away from the food – placing his paw and arm in front of the device as if to say, Cherith, are you watching this? Were you watching this here? Blink, blink, blinky eyes cute. Then, how Murphy loves to jump off the counter for a piece of food like celery for the sheer joy of jumping. Running back, so he can jump again. How Lambert loves the smell of lavender. While cleaning he started rolling around on the floor after spraying lavender like it was catnip. How Maurice, gets goofy from being petted gooshy, gooshy in his fur. He goes roly-poly goofy. How Maurice loves the smell of strawberry leaves, rolling around in them for the smell.
If you or we are still hungry or want dessert there are the oatmeal cookies. Did you think of them or did I? Oatmeal, walnuts, raisins, cinnamon, nutmeg, homemade vanilla ice cream with real vanilla bean. I let you decide if you want to knife and fork it or in a dish with the cookie crumbled on top. And, an espresso.
The rest of the night…has yet to happen.
What would that be like if it were to happen in the real?
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 