I am realizing it has been awhile since I cooked anything substantial. Neither have I felt inclined to shop for groceries. I went for days without milk simply because I didn't want to bother to stop at the store during my comings and goings. I have been existing on odds and ends I've found by rummaging through the pantry and freezer. As long as I don't run out of coffee and cat food, I'm good. I finally gave up my procrastination and went to the grocery store the other day. Today, I cooked although that was far from my intention as the day began. As a result, I will be "grazing" on "real" food for the next several days; spicy meatloaf, marshmallowed sweet potatoes, "doctored" cottage cheese, and baked ziti, to name a few dishes that are now in my 'fridge. The cooking frenzy all began because of a craving for a poached egg for breakfast.
Today has been rather morose and dark and drizzly all day. It leaves me with the feeling of being suspended in the early morning hours even as the day winds down and the "legitimate" nighttime darkness sets in. The melancholy music I've been listening to on Pandora contributes to my gloomy mood. Somehow, I am basking in it, though. I guess I must need to feel this way occasionally.
I even had odd dreams during the night. But then, I guess dreams are always odd, aren't they? I dreamed of poached eggs and in another dream segment, I was consoling an acquaintance - someone I hardly know (whose marriage, in reality, is solidly intact) because her husband was cheating on her. In both instances, it's not hard to trace the origin. First, I watched someone poaching eggs on a cooking show as I sat in the dentist's chair yesterday. Secondly, after I went to bed, I watched a Dr. Phil segment which happened to be about a cheating husband's mid-life crisis.
Ah, yes...the dental visit. I was really looking forward to concluding this implant process which began back in February. However, the truism about things never unfolding as planned became apparent, once again. There was a session of plenty of poking and prodding with no avail. More gum tissue has grown around the healing cap and needs to be removed. As a result, the implant "grand finale" is postponed until a week from this coming Monday and is getting uncomfortably close to cataract surgery day. On that Monday, I have a 10:00am doctor appointment in Binghamton, a 2:00pm periodondist appointment and a 3:00pm dentist appointment, both in Honesdale. As for my minus-the-temporary-filling fractured molar, I need to set up an appointment with an oral surgeon in one of three cities - Scranton, Carbondale, or Binghamton. It's a good thing I got those new tires!
I am oddly calm about my currently befuddled circumstances and that, in itself, makes me a little uneasy. I keep waiting for the "other shoe to drop." Maybe...after all these years...I have finally learned to embrace one day at a time. Yes...let's go with that! Let's just say, "All will be well, for I have cooked!"
Let there be poached eggs and sweet potatoes!
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