#279 - Fancy Dogs and Cherry Lime Nuts

A delicious sleep how I adore you!

Waking up at seven forty-five I made the executive decision to roll over and go back to bed. Robyn woke a little while later and cold tell she was reading her book from her phone. Still, I refused to rise.

Eventually Robyn tempted me out of my stupor with a cup of tea, toasted English muffins, one with jam and one with peanut butter, some egg bites and a small bowl of grapes. I was quite happy to receive them all.

We put on the tv and watched the first episode of Silo’s season three. Thankfully, they had a recap, because it’s been a while since we watched the last season’s finale. I wonder if people will like this season, because a large part of it takes place before the Silo’s were built and deals with the events that led up to their creation.

That means less focus on the Silo characters we have come to know and love. Hopefully, people with love it as much as fans of the books have.

Robyn left to meet a friend for lunch and then attend a gallery opening of another friend they both shared. She stopped first at a place that had smoked meats to eat and then headed over to the gallery.

I put on a Netflix movie about breaking into the Bank of Spain’s vault to get some coins that would lead to Francis Drakes lost treasure. It starred Freddy Highmore. I’m not a huge fan of him, but I powered through anyways. Near the end of the movie I started to wonder if I had seen this movie as some of the set pieces and the solutions to defeat them seemed awfully familiar.

After that, determined to relax, I watched some YouTube videos and just vegged out. The kids still had friends over and they were being nice and quiet. Around three o’clock I decided it was time to get my ass moving. I needed some exercise and movement.

I left the house with my earbuds firmly in place and took our usual walk around the neighbourhood. The weather was much cooler than it had been all last week, but the humidity was still really high. Even with all the rain we had overnight things were very sticky and thick out there. But no matter, I needed a good sweat, and this weather would help me get that without much effort.

I’ve been thinking about my mentor assignment all morning and while I was walking, I came to the conclusion that I should go through all my previous assignments and review all my mentors notes.

I also took a moment to print out everything I had written this year and label them. I remember how satisfying it was to see the pile thickening week by week when I was writing a short story a week for a year. So why not recreate that same sense of accomplishment this year?

I was also well past the time I should have backed up all my writing files to an external driv, so I did that too. Better safer than sorry as they say.

Robyn returned while I was doing all of that and recanted her time at the gallery opening. She was glad she went, as she got to see some old college school friends she hadn’t seen in a while. We are not incredibly social people, but most if not all the best times in a life are when yu are with people you enjoy.

And speaking of people we enjoy, we were invited to dinner this evening at our friend’s Paul and Laura’s. the only wrench in the works is the hour of support service that Robyn does four days a week and always on a weekend. We accepted their invitation, agreeing to meet after Robyn’s shift.

The plan was that I would drop her off and then pick her up so we could go straight to dinner. I felt like I might be less distracted from writing if I brought my laptop with me in the car and just waited out front.

I also brought a pad of paper and a pen to scribble some ideas for my mentor assignment.

I came up with a scenario that I thought would be fun to write and scribbled down my ideas onto the pad, even taking a few seconds to doodle what the alien infant looked like.

Robyn finished her work and came out to the car. Surprised to see that I hadn’t left and gone home. We headed straight to our friend’s house and pulled into their driveway.

After being greeted at the door by Laura, we made our way into their living room only to realize that they had sent us a text asking us not to park in the driveway. So, I put my shoes back on and moved the car on to the street.

It was nearly eight o’clock by the time we arrived, so Paul got right to making our dinner. He prepared fancy hotdogs and homemade poutine as well as a nice coleslaw. For the dogs, he split them down the middle and then added cheese and bacon before cooking them in the oven.

I only had one hotdog, but I managed to throw down three helpings of the poutine.

It was a delicious if not nutritious meal.

The weather was still to hot and muggy to sit outside, so we spent the evening in their living room just chatting about the state of the world, people we knew and things that might be coming up in our futures.

Laura served us her homemade cherry-lime donuts with tea and coffee. I managed to only eat two of the donuts. I wanted to stuff my face with them because they tasted so good, but somehow, I behaved myself.

Both Robyn and I were wiped out and started yawning in our host’s faces around eleven, but stuck around to about eleven forty-five.

At home we went straight to bed and knowing we had breakfast plans with some other friends in the morning. Breakfast wouldn’t be until ten thirty, but both of us knew we would sleep right up until the last minute given it was going to be a Sunday morning.

Until tomorrow.