One Fine Day

Some days, I want to blog, but have absolutely nothing to say. Other days, I can't decide what to say. Today is one of those days. I was going to make a list of sorts, until just a minute ago when just one more minor antic happened just to round out this grossly usual day in the life of Ian and Kate.

Last night we fell asleep watching....Star Trek *embarrassing* and this morning I flew out of the futon as I heard what I thought was someone breaking into the backdoor five feet from me. Only to realize amidst my groggy heart palpitations that it was just the giant creature above us, living in our floors. Lovely, and logical.

                ***Side note:  I've been told that my deep slumber negates all logic. And while in my slumber, if you ask me to deliver a "requested" orange to my sleeping mother at 2 a.m, I will do it. No questions asked. Announcing my presence as I offer to place it on her dresser.*** 

 To add to the logic; The creature residing in my floors is still there because I would rather have him come and go as he pleases instead of feeding him poison and subsequently DYING in my floors and festering this tiny place with the stench of hot, humid, rodent death. I just keep hoping that one day this animal will get too hot in the floors and decide on his own to move elsewhere. And yes, if you are ever looking for tenants for your rental, I'm your girl.

The rest of the morning afternoon getting ready for our day turned out to be quite uneventful. I drove Ian to school, went to Ace and benefited from their unwavering knowledge on everything from wall hangings to rat poison, on to the bank, Starbucks, Barnes and Noble and backwards down an unmarked one way street leading to Adams Fairacre Farms for my produce and Greek goat cheese.

Adams is the best place to go for produce, and one day if I ever have a garden, it will be a great place for that too. Usually when we get there, I can find a stray cart and off I go. But today I couldn't find one, and all the carts are chained together. I wandered around trying to figure out why and HOW to unchain carts meant for public use until another customer told me to stick a quarter in the gray box on the handle and when I'm through with my shopping to re-chain the cart, and I will get my quarter back. Surely, somewhere in Poughkeepsie there is someone gallivanting with a quartered Adams shopping cart full of bags and whatever else people like to cart around town, despite the fact that they had to sacrifice .25 cents. But I digress, and I like Adams anyway.

We were in line to get our lunch meat when Ian remembered that he wanted me to try grapefruit wrapped in porchetta.

I thought to myself, "Hmm, kind of weird to wrap cheese around a grapefruit, but hey, I'll try anything once."

Ian left me to order the deli meat while he went to find a grapefruit and I stood there repeating in my head, "1/2 lb of chicken breast and 1/4lb  of porchetta, 1/2 lb of chicken breast and 1/4 lb of porchetta, 1/2 lb of chicken breast and 1/4 lb of porchetta, 1/2 lb of chicken breast and 1/4 lb of porchetta."

Finally they called number 78 and I said "That's me. I'd like 1/2 lb of chicken breast and 1/4 of bruschetta, please."

DO'H!!

"I mean.....I don't know, I'm just supposed to get......uhhhhh..... What was I supposed to get?"

The guy replied, "I don't know, miss," just as Ian came around the corner to save the day.

So we finally left with produce, goat cheese, chicken breast and what I still thought was some imported Italian cheese and my cart quarter all in hand.

By the by, grapefruit and porchetta, is by far the most delicious pairing I have ever had in my life. Apparently, don't go for the Canadian stuff. It's not the same, so says the poor guy behind the meat counter. But don't expect to buy very much either.

As for dinner. It started out as a fast, easy meal consisting of oatmealed, lemon garlic chicken, broccoli and goat cheese, and couscous. It ended in a near disaster as I tried to fry the chicken in a pan instead of baking it and we both thought the other was watching the broccoli and the couscous just didn't seem quite right. But I was hungry and a little burnt oatmeal and undercooked couscous wasn't stoppin' me!

After our devotional ended on a weird note, I went down stairs to think about what I was going to blog. Ian followed and as I moved over to make room, I noticed a spot on the screen and incessantly began trying to rub it off with my thumb. All the while Ian is watching and finally says, "That's not a spot on your screen, you typed that!"

It was a period that I typed and tried to remove with my thumb.

If I didn't know how to laugh at myself and enjoy this life we lead, I don't know what kind of person Ian would have to live with.