On this day, Ryan was nice enough to prepare me some oatmeal with syrup for breakfast. Since he has the day off and I’m only working right around the corner, he brought a stir-fry over rice for me to eat at lunch. This held me over nicely until dinner time was underway. I declared it “breakfast-for-dinner” night, and made Ployes pancakes with butter and syrup. My dad always drizzles honey over his pancakes instead of syrup. I try this every so often, but it just doesn’t do it for me.
As is typical for us, we were really interested in a late night snack when we settled in to watch the last few episodes of King Of Queens, so Ryan made some potato chips and we munched away the sadness of the series finale. The moment was bitter sweet, the chips were divine.
Oh, I almost forgot. Last week I was driving a client around town for some reason or another, and he recalled the glass coke bottles of his childhood on warm summer days. I mentioned then that there were a few places around town where one could find such a delightful summer treat, and he expressed an interest in tracking one down. This week, he reminded me that he would like to share some glass-bottled cokes with me, and I told him instead that Ryan might like to join him. I would have loved the walk outside of our air conditioned office (which I always turn off, but someone else comes along and turns it back on…), to the corner store, but I was the only staff member in the house at the time. So he and Ryan embarked, and upon their return, the presented me with my own glass bottled Coca Cola. I couldn’t say no.
There’s something so special about sharing food and drinks with others. I’m not sure if I could ever turn that away. And, the nostalgic feeling of glass-bottled sodas harkens back to the days before our plastic planet. Days more like these.
