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.