Dinner alfresco with my favorite guy

Today, after an appointment for my husband, we stopped at one of my favorite sushi places in Middletown to get a meal to go. For me. My husband does not like sushi. At all.

When we got home, I thought it might be nice to dine alfresco under the trees that are in a circle in the backyard. I call them The Seven Sisters because there’s seven of them. Some are still whole and two are almost gone, but the circle is still there.

 

It was a nice place to dine. And my best buddy George came outside with me.

I ordered roll sushi: An order of spicy tuna and one called Maryland. And I’m serving it with a light pinot grigio from Italy.

 

For the life of me, I cannot use chopsticks. I have tried. And tried. I have been patient. I am adept at many things, but the chopsticks . . . no. And it saddens me immensely.

And then I remember the scene in Kill Bill where Pai Mei tells the Bride (Uma Thurman):

“If you want to eat like a dog, you can live and sleep outside like a dog. If you want to live and sleep like a human, pick up those sticks!”

And then I get scared because I can’t pick up the sticks.

 

Thankfully, I don’t live in a movie and I can use a friggen fork.

But I really do want to learn. I do.

 

And now, I’d like to present a guest photo. 

This was taken by my friend, Tracey [she’s the one on the left]. She sent it to me in an e-mail last night, telling me that she climbed a tree to get this shot! She had to be very careful and was worried that the momma bird would come swooping down at any moment and try to peck out her eyes like in The Birds.

I think we both watch too many movies, don’t you?

Anyway, it’s a beautiful shot. Thanks, my friend!

Tracey’s son, Nick, is graduating this year from our school. Her daughter, Lauren, is my son’s best friend. I love her kids.

I loved reading your comments on the fill in the blanks from yesterday. It’s always fun getting to know you all! And Blackie thanks you. She says that she knows she is beautiful, but thanks for noticing.

George, on the other hand, is my best boy ever. He’s sitting at my feet as I write this and I am so glad he’s mine. Ours. You know what I mean.

I’m planning on watching Farrah tonight. Are you? I know it’s going to be sad but I’ve always liked her. Until tomorrow, my friends . . .