A day in the life
I don't often talk about my real life on here, but yesterday was amazing. I went out last night with a good friend of mine who used to be teach me about Hinduism, Lisa, and we had an amazing adventure, but I'm getting ahead of myself. It was quite a good day.
I awoke 2 minutes before my early alarm to get up and load my car. I woke up and decided I was ready to get started after a few moments, stretched, and while stretching my alarm went off. I finished stretching and turned off my alarm. My ferret spent the morning being sullen because i was taking things out of the house, and the door was open, and I wouldn't let him out of his cage. he watched me move and tried to guilt trip me into letting him out by looking pitiful and rubbing his head on the cage bars every now and again. I loaded quite a bit of stuff into my car, including all the art and most of the mirrors from my house. All but 2 of my wall pieces are originals, only two of the originals are prints, but the are prints of cuttings, so that's okay. I head to work and get there early, having wonderful conversations all day long. At the end of this day One of my tenants comes down and presents me with an oil painting she has done for me, entitled "Watchful," as a going away present. This is followed by one of the men I've been training all week handing me a card and telling me how much he appreciates all I've done for them, and how thankful he is to have had me there to teach them, inside the card is a $50 gift certificate to my favorite Mexican restaurant, La Hacienda which we had discussed the first day I trained him.
But, wait! the day doesn't end there! no no it goes on. I leave work and take my load of things to the house. I unload and decide, as I have been trying to figure out all night what I'm having for dinner, that I'm going to call my friend Lisa, who has also moved over here, just across the river about a mile away, and ask her to accompany me to dinner in Hermatige. She says she'll have a snack and keep me company, as she had fried fish and crab cakes for dinner. I go pick her up and we drive out. We drive way, way out to the far side of the city and decide to go to Famous Dave's Bar-B-Que, the only restaurant that there aren't 5 of in town, and that she's never eaten at, and myself only once. On the way there, on the other hand, Lisa spots a sign in a strip mall labeled "Bosna Cafe" and there's some fine print we can't read, and we look over in the parking lot and what do we see, but a man in a kilt standing outside smoking.
"That's the place," says I. "We're goin' there. If a man in a Kilt eats there on Friday night, that's a good enough endorsement for me!"
We have a good laugh and pull over, there's a man leaving with a guitar and there don't appear to be any customers inside, but they're open for another hour. I tell the man outside he has a nice Kilt, and to my surprise he responds in a thick, authentic Scottish accent "Thank you very much, son" and we go inside
. When we ask if they're open a round little Bosnian lady with silver and black hair and a big smile comes out and says, "Yes, till nine. You will have dinner, yes?"
"I will!" I say and my friend says she'll have a bite, but that she doesn't need dinner.
"You will sit here, I think," says the woman "and have drinks. I have Raspberry tea and unsweetened tea and some sodas."
I call for a raspberry tea and Lisa for a water for now, and the little lady looks over and points to Lisa and says "You will have the _[I cannot remember or pronounce this, I think]____, I think" And proceeds to explain that it is made with ground beef and mashed potatoes and other things, explaining what I can't remember, and it is served with a cucumber salad. And Lisa, struck with it's description, agrees, even though she hadn't planned to eat dinner. The little lady then turns to me and points, and starts waving her finger at me and says "you... you look like you want beef, and you will have the goulash, I think. It is very good. and a salad with it." ... we haven't even opened out menus... the full name of the restaurant is "Bosna Cafe, American and European Cuisine." I'm so stunned i agree without a word, but we ask to keep our menus so that we can see what else they offer.
I've no sooner opened the menu than I say to her "Wait, wait. I Cannot have the goulash. I Must have the Jeager Schnitzel!" because it sounds so wonderful.
"I must disappoint!" she cries out, throwing her hands in the air waving them about in mock exasperation, "I am out of the Jaeger Schnitzel, I have no pork left in my kitchen, because everyone wants Jeager Schnitzel! 'Give me the Jeager Schnitzel' is what they all say to me!" No, my flist I am not embellishing in the slightest, that is what she said to me.
By now I'm in quite a good mood and getting into the woman's dramatic and buoyant spirit, and reply, "Fine then, I suppose it will be the goulash, and I will like it."
"Yes, you will!" she says, a goes back to cooking and a moment later turns and says "You like mushrooms, yes?"
"Yes, very much," says I, and she smiles at me and goes to fetch some mushrooms to put in my food.
The food is brought to us by her and she smiles and says "Now, you eat." And we do! Oh, we do! Before me is a plate of beef goulash with giant chunks of roast beef that are falling apart, and green and red peppers, and green onion on penne pasta in a thick, brown, creamy sauce, and beside it a fresh salad with all those veggies and mixed greens and reds and leaf spinach and cabage and all manner of things and a creamy dressing on the side that was made with dill and other things, that I could not identify but Oh, was it delicious. The _______ turns out to be this thing that looks like a cinnamon bun, but it's a tube of beef and spices and things and coated with creamy mashed potatoes and wrapped into a spiral and fast baked. I got to try it and it was marvelous, the cucumber salad I did not much like, but I do not like cucumbers and Lisa says it was amazing.
After dropping out food the cook doesn't wait, she goes outside to talk with the Scotsman and smoke cigarettes and drink wine, she comes back in after about 20 minutes. We sat and ate and exclaimed and tried each other's food, and delight and laugh and eat some more. She returns and says "Now, tell me what you think."
We exclaim and rave about the beautiful food and she sits at the table with us, we tell her how amazing it is, for I nearly cried into my food, it was so delicious, and had said as much to Lisa with my mouth full earlier. She sits and chats with us, talking about how such praise is embellishing, and that that is what she longs to hear, and why she cooks the food. We talk about the Scotsman, for we mention that he is why we stopped, and she tells up he is here every day, and lives on a boat up at the marina down the way, and eats 3 meals a day at her restaurant. How he moved in from Scotland and never eats anywhere else.
She then leaves up to go begin cleaning, but continues to talk with us all the while, and eventually begins telling us of the deserts she makes. I don't eat sweets, but they were interesting, there was Walnut Creme Cake, that I recall, and baklava, and something else that I can't remember the name of and had never heard of before that Lisa got to eat and demolished. It had pecans and walnuts and apricots and coconut and caramel and chocolate, and was a work of art on the plate. We had Bosnian coffee with desert, it was a lot like Turkish coffee. Mellow and rich and flavorful and very strong. We finish and she tells me I need to return for breakfast in the morning, as her breakfast is the best I will find anywhere. I don't doubt it, either and had already been planning on getting breakfast there when possible, and I may well go there for breakfast in the morning when I get up.
She asks my name when we start to leave and comes to shake my hand, and rings up our food, which was $33 all told, and tells us she is always happy to serve such kind and good people, and that she wold like us to come in more, and that we are always welcome, that she has specials every day besides what is on the menu, and that she was glad to have met us. We exit and have a brief chat with the Scotsman in the front, who tells us that he really is here for three meals a day just about every day, and that he'll be glad to see us around. he's very kind and shakes our hands, and we go on our way. I take Lisa home after showing her my house and return home.
And now I am here, in my house, drinking a Woodchuck Amber Cider, my room mate asleep on the rug in the next room, just because he CAN sleep in the floor in the house, and it is a rather nice rug, about to have a shot and go to bed. It has been a day filled with excellence, and I wanted to share. I haven't even mentioned the post it note conversations on the walls of my house, or the signs where the random objects speak, like the porcelain chicken is shouting "BAGOOCK" in a post it cry, nor the guard rhinoceros, not even the yogi spider that walks without touching the ground. I haven't mentioned the glory that is my house, and that'll wait for another day. This is for tonight, and it has been good. (except that I wrote this last night, and couldn't post it till today when I got internet.)
I awoke 2 minutes before my early alarm to get up and load my car. I woke up and decided I was ready to get started after a few moments, stretched, and while stretching my alarm went off. I finished stretching and turned off my alarm. My ferret spent the morning being sullen because i was taking things out of the house, and the door was open, and I wouldn't let him out of his cage. he watched me move and tried to guilt trip me into letting him out by looking pitiful and rubbing his head on the cage bars every now and again. I loaded quite a bit of stuff into my car, including all the art and most of the mirrors from my house. All but 2 of my wall pieces are originals, only two of the originals are prints, but the are prints of cuttings, so that's okay. I head to work and get there early, having wonderful conversations all day long. At the end of this day One of my tenants comes down and presents me with an oil painting she has done for me, entitled "Watchful," as a going away present. This is followed by one of the men I've been training all week handing me a card and telling me how much he appreciates all I've done for them, and how thankful he is to have had me there to teach them, inside the card is a $50 gift certificate to my favorite Mexican restaurant, La Hacienda which we had discussed the first day I trained him.
But, wait! the day doesn't end there! no no it goes on. I leave work and take my load of things to the house. I unload and decide, as I have been trying to figure out all night what I'm having for dinner, that I'm going to call my friend Lisa, who has also moved over here, just across the river about a mile away, and ask her to accompany me to dinner in Hermatige. She says she'll have a snack and keep me company, as she had fried fish and crab cakes for dinner. I go pick her up and we drive out. We drive way, way out to the far side of the city and decide to go to Famous Dave's Bar-B-Que, the only restaurant that there aren't 5 of in town, and that she's never eaten at, and myself only once. On the way there, on the other hand, Lisa spots a sign in a strip mall labeled "Bosna Cafe" and there's some fine print we can't read, and we look over in the parking lot and what do we see, but a man in a kilt standing outside smoking.
"That's the place," says I. "We're goin' there. If a man in a Kilt eats there on Friday night, that's a good enough endorsement for me!"
We have a good laugh and pull over, there's a man leaving with a guitar and there don't appear to be any customers inside, but they're open for another hour. I tell the man outside he has a nice Kilt, and to my surprise he responds in a thick, authentic Scottish accent "Thank you very much, son" and we go inside
. When we ask if they're open a round little Bosnian lady with silver and black hair and a big smile comes out and says, "Yes, till nine. You will have dinner, yes?"
"I will!" I say and my friend says she'll have a bite, but that she doesn't need dinner.
"You will sit here, I think," says the woman "and have drinks. I have Raspberry tea and unsweetened tea and some sodas."
I call for a raspberry tea and Lisa for a water for now, and the little lady looks over and points to Lisa and says "You will have the _[I cannot remember or pronounce this, I think]____, I think" And proceeds to explain that it is made with ground beef and mashed potatoes and other things, explaining what I can't remember, and it is served with a cucumber salad. And Lisa, struck with it's description, agrees, even though she hadn't planned to eat dinner. The little lady then turns to me and points, and starts waving her finger at me and says "you... you look like you want beef, and you will have the goulash, I think. It is very good. and a salad with it." ... we haven't even opened out menus... the full name of the restaurant is "Bosna Cafe, American and European Cuisine." I'm so stunned i agree without a word, but we ask to keep our menus so that we can see what else they offer.
I've no sooner opened the menu than I say to her "Wait, wait. I Cannot have the goulash. I Must have the Jeager Schnitzel!" because it sounds so wonderful.
"I must disappoint!" she cries out, throwing her hands in the air waving them about in mock exasperation, "I am out of the Jaeger Schnitzel, I have no pork left in my kitchen, because everyone wants Jeager Schnitzel! 'Give me the Jeager Schnitzel' is what they all say to me!" No, my flist I am not embellishing in the slightest, that is what she said to me.
By now I'm in quite a good mood and getting into the woman's dramatic and buoyant spirit, and reply, "Fine then, I suppose it will be the goulash, and I will like it."
"Yes, you will!" she says, a goes back to cooking and a moment later turns and says "You like mushrooms, yes?"
"Yes, very much," says I, and she smiles at me and goes to fetch some mushrooms to put in my food.
The food is brought to us by her and she smiles and says "Now, you eat." And we do! Oh, we do! Before me is a plate of beef goulash with giant chunks of roast beef that are falling apart, and green and red peppers, and green onion on penne pasta in a thick, brown, creamy sauce, and beside it a fresh salad with all those veggies and mixed greens and reds and leaf spinach and cabage and all manner of things and a creamy dressing on the side that was made with dill and other things, that I could not identify but Oh, was it delicious. The _______ turns out to be this thing that looks like a cinnamon bun, but it's a tube of beef and spices and things and coated with creamy mashed potatoes and wrapped into a spiral and fast baked. I got to try it and it was marvelous, the cucumber salad I did not much like, but I do not like cucumbers and Lisa says it was amazing.
After dropping out food the cook doesn't wait, she goes outside to talk with the Scotsman and smoke cigarettes and drink wine, she comes back in after about 20 minutes. We sat and ate and exclaimed and tried each other's food, and delight and laugh and eat some more. She returns and says "Now, tell me what you think."
We exclaim and rave about the beautiful food and she sits at the table with us, we tell her how amazing it is, for I nearly cried into my food, it was so delicious, and had said as much to Lisa with my mouth full earlier. She sits and chats with us, talking about how such praise is embellishing, and that that is what she longs to hear, and why she cooks the food. We talk about the Scotsman, for we mention that he is why we stopped, and she tells up he is here every day, and lives on a boat up at the marina down the way, and eats 3 meals a day at her restaurant. How he moved in from Scotland and never eats anywhere else.
She then leaves up to go begin cleaning, but continues to talk with us all the while, and eventually begins telling us of the deserts she makes. I don't eat sweets, but they were interesting, there was Walnut Creme Cake, that I recall, and baklava, and something else that I can't remember the name of and had never heard of before that Lisa got to eat and demolished. It had pecans and walnuts and apricots and coconut and caramel and chocolate, and was a work of art on the plate. We had Bosnian coffee with desert, it was a lot like Turkish coffee. Mellow and rich and flavorful and very strong. We finish and she tells me I need to return for breakfast in the morning, as her breakfast is the best I will find anywhere. I don't doubt it, either and had already been planning on getting breakfast there when possible, and I may well go there for breakfast in the morning when I get up.
She asks my name when we start to leave and comes to shake my hand, and rings up our food, which was $33 all told, and tells us she is always happy to serve such kind and good people, and that she wold like us to come in more, and that we are always welcome, that she has specials every day besides what is on the menu, and that she was glad to have met us. We exit and have a brief chat with the Scotsman in the front, who tells us that he really is here for three meals a day just about every day, and that he'll be glad to see us around. he's very kind and shakes our hands, and we go on our way. I take Lisa home after showing her my house and return home.
And now I am here, in my house, drinking a Woodchuck Amber Cider, my room mate asleep on the rug in the next room, just because he CAN sleep in the floor in the house, and it is a rather nice rug, about to have a shot and go to bed. It has been a day filled with excellence, and I wanted to share. I haven't even mentioned the post it note conversations on the walls of my house, or the signs where the random objects speak, like the porcelain chicken is shouting "BAGOOCK" in a post it cry, nor the guard rhinoceros, not even the yogi spider that walks without touching the ground. I haven't mentioned the glory that is my house, and that'll wait for another day. This is for tonight, and it has been good. (except that I wrote this last night, and couldn't post it till today when I got internet.)