Day #5 of #RRBC’s #ADayInMyLife 30-Day #Blogging Challenge @maurabeth2014 @RRBC_Org @RRBC_RWISA @Tweets4RWISA #RWISA

JANUARY 6, 2023 / MAURABETH2014 / 

Today was a pleasant day. I got up at about 6, drank my two cups of coffee and caught up on participant’s blogs. Everyone seems to be hanging in there. Way to go, team!

After walking Ziggy, looking adorable and saucy in his new haircut, I decided to try my luck and call the appliance repair people. I didn’t get any useful information, but I did get to wait on the phone for about ten minutes while horrendous music played. The woman I talked to had a very heavy accent and made me picture palm trees and possibly monkeys cavorting among them. She promised the part has been ordered (although George said the repairman told him it was in the shop) and they would call when it was in. I decided not to hold my breath and cause myself bodily damage.

Then came the pleasant part – we decided to go out for a late lunch (we call it “linner”), something we have not done since before Christmas. We went to our favorite restaurant, which happens to be a privately owned Italian one we call “Joe’s (New Jersey is awash in restaurants, and many of them seem to be Italian, but this one really is outstanding). Our favorite waitress was there, Yvonne, and she was happy to see us. We got a nice, secluded, quiet table in a little area by the bar and both ordered drinks. Mine was a small bottle (a “split” I guess you’d call it) of Prosecco, which is a dry, sparkling white wine and one of my favorites. It was nice to sit there and talk, as if we were on a date, and I notice when we do this it feels like we are two different people. I’m not sure why I have that sensation, but I really enjoy it and it enhances my experience. I ordered a dish they are famous for, shrimp and broccoli over homemade pasta in a buttery wine sauce. I always order a small cup of red sauce on the side, as I love to dip each forkfull in the red sauce. I ordered the lunch portion so it wouldn’t be too much to eat. George ordered crab over pasta, his favorite. Yvonne came over and talked to us about her son that just got married and her little mini-dachshund, Jack. Yvonne was out for a while with cancer, had a successful operation, and is doing well, but she is SO skinny! She is tiny, about 5’2″ and wears all black. Her arms and legs look so fragile. She said she is working on gaining weight, and I hope she will continue to recover. After our entree, I broke my resolve and got coffee and desert, a delicious pie called creme brulee pie. It was a small piece, so that is my consolation. I am trying to eat less sugar like candy and ice cream and deserts, but I made an exception.

When we came home, Ziggy was so excited he ran around and around our house and yard. He was a good boy, though, and didn’t scratch the door of the sunroom, where we had confined him. This is when I think we should get him a doggie companion. Still thinking about that.

I decided that tomorrow, I better sit at my desktop computer, where I keep all my notes and printouts and ideas for stories and books. I have a microread I just wrote, at least three edited stories that I recently wrote that could use covers, and two to release with their covers in the next few weeks. Also, I have a few new ideas. I need to go through everything so nothing gets forgotten. I have a so-called “sweet romance” novel that I wrote last year, it is edited but needs a final proofreading and a cover. It’s a new genre for me to write in, so I keep putting off taking those steps. I like the story, but wonder if it checks all the blocks, so to speak, of a romance. It has no sex scenes, that is why the sub-genre is called “sweet.” It’s kind of cute, though, and draws on some personal experience. Write what you know – right?

Well, that’s it for today. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I am thinking we may see Patrick, our grandson. He has a friend who drives now, though, so he could be doing something with him. He is a sweetie, and I’m going to do a blog about him this month.

Goodnight, my RRBC friends.

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