Throughout This Day I Wandered in No Direction…

A few short moments ago, a stately looking silver haired waitress walked over to my booth and asked if I wanted a refill of my soda. Bless her. The Waffle House was extra busy this afternoon.

“Yes, please,” I told her in return with a warm smile as I looked up at her.  (I tipped her five dollars for the excellent service.)

When my father was trying to inhibit the amount of sodas I was drinking, I would love to eat at the Waffle House for the free refills. Still do. Dad always believed I could get high off of caffeine.  I was sloshing I drank so much cola this afternoon.  It was my own very laughable version of civil disobedience against my father. 

I treated myself late this late afternoon to what my father and his mother would call “breakfast for supper.” It was a tradition of my family in my early days as a child. I ate the ham and cheese omelet with grits, hashbrowns, extra toast and extra bacon.  My father would also call that the heart attack on a plate.

I had no real direction in my life today and it was kind of nice and meandering – not having any responsibilities or pressures, Smooth sailing and no worries for the day. Tomorrow, it is back to the old grind. But I am excited to get back to volunteering. 

Sheesh, I Would Be Wishing to Be a Buddhist…

Helen had warned me last night that she would be very late today.

“You know us Baptist black folks,” she told me as she laughed. “We make Church an all day event every Sunday.”