Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I looked about my home (a three bedroom apartment for those of you new to this venue)this morning and once again thought how pleasant and peace it is living just with my best friend, Rex (a Cocker Spaniel who just turned 11), and without my drunk ex-wife. There is far more often than not, little tidying up to be done, as I do keep a, well, tidy abode.

Living single suits me well. This morning I made curried chicken salad; a single chicken breast (I bought about a half dozen and froze them individually)and that will provide chicken salad sandwiches for me for two or three days. It brought to mind the Jack Nicholson quote from "Five Easy Pieces:"

[Bobby (Jack Nicholson) wants plain toast, which isn't on the menu]

Bobby: I'd like an omelet, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
Waitress: A #2, chicken salad sand. Hold the butter, the lettuce, the mayonnaise, and a cup of coffee. Anything else?
Bobby: Yeah, now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a check for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven't broken any rules.
Waitress: You want me to hold the chicken, huh?
Bobby: I want you to hold it between your knees.

I will, however, have it on homemade whole wheat bread.

While, like most I assume, have a bit of anxiety, e.g. certainly money in this economy, occassionally health and that omnipresent underlying current of at least minor stress about the way of the world.

What I no longer have, however, is a continual, relatively high level of anxiety and stress directly related to living with a drunk. Presumably, today will be the last day I see her for quite a while as she is removing the remainder of her belongings from the apartment; one carload of "stuff" at the most this afternoon. It resides on the guest room floor.

Once gone, that room will be a repository for my DVD collection and some office material. Mostly, it will be empty, save those things and a couple of director's chairs. I like space, as you will see when I post fresh photographs of where I live.

Clearly, I'm older than most, if not all who visit this venue. However, I do wonder how many maintain a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry. I cook for myself virtually always. Granted there's nothing "fancy" during the summer as the oven tends to heat the entire living area. Imagine how that would be today, when there's an "excessive" heat warning with the temperature approaching 115. Most often I'll cook something on a "portable" Weber gas grill on my balcony; a burger not infrequently, but also grilled vegetables and other things. As I've written in the past, I do make my own bread.

Even when I was in my 20s, 30s and beyond, and "between wives" I did that. It just seemed easier than attending a restaurant...and I never went ot "fast food" places.

I do like my life and lifestyle. I like it very much.

The Most Important Meal Of The Day

Out Of Context, But Appropriate

I bought you a new Ford, you said I want a Cadillac. Bought you a ten dollar dinner, you said thanks for the snack. Let you live in my penthouse, Lord, you called it a shack. Thank you BB King.