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Alone Again, Naturally

Week two of the "great strength of our marriage contest" whereby I spend each week at the cottage Maryse and I have rented while Maryse spends Monday to Thursday in the city working. Don't tell her I said this but I'm lonely. I miss her. And I'm left to my own devices. No not the inflatable doll. I mean I have to do things for myself like wake myself up in the morning, prepare my own meals and so on.

This morning I was up at 5:30. I prepared breakfast, ate it, did the dishes, had my shower, got dressed and drove the garbage down the road to the dump. All before 9am. And all without having somebody tell me to do it. Pretty amazing, eh?

There's no cell service here and no network television. I make do with Netflix and You Tube. Catching up on some classic movies. I watched Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction the other night and Spike Jonze's Adaptation with Nicholas Cage the next night. I should have said classic 90s movies.

My meals are pretty pedestrian. Bacon and eggs for breakfast. Hot dogs for lunch. (Shh.) Some left-over stir fry for dinner. I really miss some of the things Maryse prepares like Capricious Salad. What? Oh, yeah. It's Caprese Salad.

Sorry. I can be fickle like that.

The Two Word Tuesday two word prompt is capricious/fickle this week. No Nilson songs were hurt in the writing of this post.


Cheryl said…
I can't believe you're all by yourself during the week. Do you want me to hop up for a few days so we can make crappy food together?
nonamedufus said…
My food's crappy enough as it is. And you'd probably want to do vegetables.
ReformingGeek said…
Exciting times, indeed! You need to take up baking!
TL Roberts said…
Going off-line like that actually sounds very peaceful.
Paula Wooters said…
I've been off-line for the past week and it was most refreshing. Sat, read, sat, paddled, sat, ate, sat, went for walks, sat, watched the sunset, sat... you get the picture. Quiet and rejuvenating! Nothing fickle about it!
nonamedufus said…
Reffie, the weather's been such that I'm far from baking. That's the one drawback about communing with nature this year. It's cold.
nonamedufus said…
TL: You know what? It is. So much in fact I'll be quietly reading a book and keep falling asleep!
nonamedufus said…
Paula: It is restful. I'm operating at a whole other speed. And there's no cell service or network television so I'm catching up on my reading.

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