Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, February 14
Had a pretty low-key Valentine’s Day with The Wife today.
We did end up going to the next county…We did not make it in to town at night, for the movie screening at the old, renovated theater there.
We started with lunch at an Italian joint downtown…The Wife really likes it and it’s good, but not as good as our small diner don’t even start…The sausage roll I had gave me the trots, which doesn’t mean it wasn’t tasty, because those two things are not mutually exclusive.
Originally, a couple of weeks ago, this was the plan for Valentine’s dinner…Then I discovered the steak joint at the golf course out there then I discovered the steak joint at the golf course was no longer open…Or, more accurately, it was open for lunch during the three-day golf season they have up here.
Then we went to a pretty nice thrift store they have downtown…The Wife bought a small chandelier for the light fixture in our bedroom…It’s an old fixture, one of those that connects with three small chains…It’s crystal and silver, or at least it looks like crystal and silver, and replaces the pink one.
For my part, I picked up a couple of books.
After we got home we toned it down a bit with a nap and some snuggles then The Wife got up and decided – for reasons I’m sure she thought were good – to barbecue a salmon…I am not making that up!!!!…Straight out of the blue, let’s cook a salmon!!!…I could never cook a salmon that spontaneously…I would need at least a week’s advance notice, not that I’ve ever cooked a salmon cause I haven’t.
The salmon was almost done by the time I woke up from my nap to use the can and before either of us knew anything we weren’t going into town like we had originally planned.
The salmon was really good…The Wife melted some Irish butter and mixed it with mayo, dill weed and lemon butter and spread it over the top…Of course, no one in her family can make so much as a sandwich without smoking the meat first, and this smoked for almost a couple of hours.
At dinner Her Majesty was lamenting that she will likely be 30 when she finally gets her nursing degree…She’s been keeping up her end of our bargain by putting forth a really good effort going to school here and she’s looking at three more years of work before she began her nursing career.
I told her she’s going to be 30 in three years anyway, and that could she be 30 and be a nurse or be 30 wand not be a nurse, it was her call…Either way, she’s going to be 30 in three years…She thought about that for a second and noted that logic is doing battle with her hormones, which are telling her things must be accomplished in the next ten seconds, but otherwise acknowledged I made a pretty good point.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.