She put her pen down on the surface of the desk and found a sigh, that all the “have tos” were completed and she could now choose her next endeavor.
It is nearly lunch time; it would be so lovely to go out to eat with someone. Her hand reached for the receiver and her mind began to troll through the list of possible connections. It is a weekday so several had to be rejected for being at their jobs.
Several more were recently retired and were off travelling with their partners. Another few were dismissed because of miscellaneous items like new diet, health scares, and just too busy. There was always Helen, but she never did anything spontaneous; lunch would have to be at least a month out on the calendar. She placed the phone back in the cradle and the charging light blinked back.
It was a nice idea and she contented herself with that and headed off to the kitchen. Her stomach let her know that the time had come to proceed. The three cup glass bowl was clean and soon filled with the greens from the crisper, some turkey left from the other day, and what a nice surprise there were 8 grapes left on a sad looking limb. She wiped out the shelf in the refrigerator where something had spilled and needed to open the freezer section door as the smear had links to be wiped away from there as well. Walnuts were in view as her hand and sponge cleaned. Now they were sprinkled on top of the greens in the bowl.
A carrot and stalk of celery were brought to the sink and scrubbed with a purposed brush, then diced with the fat handled knife that fit her hand just right. Purple cabbage was sought out and a small whirl of purple onion was rescued from behind, both were sliced and added to the glass bowl. Avocado from the counter proved to be half black, so only part was mushed with lemon juice, ground flax seeds, salsa, and cilantro as the dollop on top.
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons set into motion, window opened to expand the sound, she took her full bowl grabbed a fork and plunked down on the front porch steps. Leaning against the railing and bowl securely resting on her knees; fork wielded first bite. Chewing slowly and taking in the ambience she thought to herself – it is lovely to go out to lunch.
Do you enjoy going out to lunch? Is it hard to find friends or funds to venture forth? What fun things have you created when you opened the refrigerator and discovered your next meal? Do you ever eat lunch at your computer?
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