In An Evening
Wednesday. Mr. H and I will be having lunch in San Francisco tomorrow to continue our discussion of this retirement business, he an old friend from my grade school and high school days in Yonkers, visiting as he does more often now from his home in Maine to spend time with friends down the peninsula. So that's good, a benefit of this jet setting life here in the 21st Century.
Breakfast at the usual place this morning thinking, after taking a not overly exciting photograph in the restaurant, why not take a picture every morning at breakfast, perhaps sitting at the same table each time, and post them under each day's Sole Proprietor logo for say, a week? Two weeks? How, um, innovative might I need to be in order to post something worth a glance? How interesting might these photographs be as a group? How aggressive might I have to get with my fellow diners, taking their picture without asking their permission? Just a thought.
Pardon me if I express doubt.
Later. OK, a trip over to the Safeway located some miles beyond my local Safeway in search of canned red clam spaghetti sauce. Some go searching for Godot, some go searching for red clam sauce. They had white clam sauce in the can and I bought a number, but I suspect I'll have to find a supermarket that caters to a lower socioeconomic clientele (similar to my own) that carries canned red clam. They all seem to have bottles, many bottles, of organic allows you to live an extra fifty years spaghetti sauce with a million different ingredients, all of them sporting gold stars for their position on the food pyramid, but nothing like my red clam in a can. White clam sauce is a not so close second, but I have to admit searching for it got me out of the house, something I've been avoiding since I retired. I also picked up some clever little wine and sake bottles packaged in small single servings for singles. Now if I can keep my consumption to one or two of these little devils in an evening....