Although I haven’t worked in an office for years I still work office-ish hours.
So Fridays are very TGIF for me and this one in particular seemed in need of some goodness. A distraction, a need to play hookey, to get away from it all. Bird seed seemed the logical answer. So off I took myself to a nearby town where a source told me I could score some excellent Ethiopian nyger at the local feed shop.
I got twenty five pounds.
It was noon by then so I stayed for lunch. The first place I stopped didn’t want me to sit at a table by the window as I was just one person and that’s primo seating. So could I please move to another table at the back? No, as a matter of fact, no thank you… I do not care to sit at the worst table in a half filled room as penance for being a single diner.
Ta ta, said I.
And wandered down the street feeling oddly buoyant.
The next place I landed reminded me why things happen the way they do. Had the other folks been nicer I may have never have discovered this place, which not only said sit where you like — it was ten times busier, had a merry vibe, a shelf of books for reading not for decor, people actually seemed happy to see you and the food was out of this world delicious.
AND they had mussels… so………..
I read a cookbook about seasonal food.
Moral of the story — How being faced with the unkind or unjust can still have a good outcome if you put your heart into it, trust your gut, stand for what you believe in, and other bodily metaphors… and how fete-ing myself on Fridays might just become a thing.
Also moral of the story — It’s one way to remain sane.
4 thoughts on “friday fete-ish”
So true!! One door closes, a better one opens.
We need to keep reminding ourselves… never moreso than now. (:
Thanks for another great blog, Carin! … from an avid reader.
How nice. Thanks, Diana!