the day as it unfolded
I had a nice day at work. Daily work activites went smoothly and alot was accomplished. I rode the public transit home and stayed on to go a bit further to the local grocery store. The one that sells killer spicy fennel sausages. Perfect for red lentil soup with a nice Italian loaf of bread. Standing at the deli counter I was greeted with this warning of exceptional customer service.
Great. Thanks for the head's up. I'll have to remember that the next time I try and double up with a stranger. The hand of the deli god will swoop down and shake it's cheese finger at me.
Afterwards, I stopped into my favorite cafe to have one of the best lattes on the drive, Joe's- a veritable landmark. Here's a picture of Tony and my lovely layered coffee. It's always a treat to go. A little sketchy is the decor, but what can you expect from an ex-bullfighter from Portugal.
All in all it was a very relaxed evening. I didn't even mind the throngs of fellow passangers as I made my way home. I walked the last few blocks thinking of dinner, a nice quiet evening to catch up on laundry, some reading and maybe a favorite TV show. That was until I dropped my coat, flicked on the light, turned.
Ruby (the cat) had out run any warning the small bell on the collar around her neck might call out out and captured a bird in her carnivorastic little jaws. The first one this year. From the puddle of little feathers, I can see that a small scuffle ensued while she either played with the poor creature or it tried to escape. I'm sure it was the latter.And here I was thinking her mad racing around recently was the forebearing of some seismic shifting or other earthly activity that only animals can sense. No, instead it was her blood thirsty hunger for capture and carnage.
I live with a small white beast.
Great. Thanks for the head's up. I'll have to remember that the next time I try and double up with a stranger. The hand of the deli god will swoop down and shake it's cheese finger at me.Afterwards, I stopped into my favorite cafe to have one of the best lattes on the drive, Joe's- a veritable landmark. Here's a picture of Tony and my lovely layered coffee. It's always a treat to go. A little sketchy is the decor, but what can you expect from an ex-bullfighter from Portugal.
All in all it was a very relaxed evening. I didn't even mind the throngs of fellow passangers as I made my way home. I walked the last few blocks thinking of dinner, a nice quiet evening to catch up on laundry, some reading and maybe a favorite TV show. That was until I dropped my coat, flicked on the light, turned.Ruby (the cat) had out run any warning the small bell on the collar around her neck might call out out and captured a bird in her carnivorastic little jaws. The first one this year. From the puddle of little feathers, I can see that a small scuffle ensued while she either played with the poor creature or it tried to escape. I'm sure it was the latter.And here I was thinking her mad racing around recently was the forebearing of some seismic shifting or other earthly activity that only animals can sense. No, instead it was her blood thirsty hunger for capture and carnage.
I live with a small white beast.



1 Comments:
A bird's eye view perhaps!
Love M
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