breakfast on the balcony
Good morrow.
I am awfully chipper this morning for someone that didn’t sleep very well last night. I blame my neighbors.
Anyways, for the past week I have been sitting outside on our nearly completed (can’t wait for the CB2 purchases to arrive) balcony for breakfast.
Yes, I pulled the trigger. Hehe.
When Mr. B is gone I try to mix things up a little. Don’t get me wrong, I love my routine, but sometimes changing the slightest task makes time pass quickly when you miss someone. I know it may sound lame to move from scarfing down breakfast over the kitchen counter to actually sitting down outside savoring each bite of my sunny side up egg as a way to try and distract myself, but hey, it’s the little things.
The best part about sitting outside for breakfast is breathing in the fresh, crisp air and letting my mind wander. I daydreamed about being one of King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Oh yes, I am obsessed with that time period. Don’t ask why. I honestly think that I would make an excellent Knight. You’re probably thinking, why not be Guinevere? Well no offense, she’s hot, but not my style. I could totally rock a huge sword and kill a plethora of douche bags to protect the realm. It would be epic.
And….I digress.
Anywho, breakfast was the usual eggs and toast, but today I got funky and added avocado.
“F-u-n-ky, cold medina”….Remember that song? Man I feel old.
I am in love with avocados right now. I put them on everything from burgers to salads to egg sandwiches. The avocado provides a creamy texture that makes my palate swoon.
Hello, my green tender friend.
Alright, off to work. Typical day ahead but looking forward to kickball this evening.
See ya!
You are SO cute in that picture! I am glad you are digging the balcony.
Seriously, Sir Lancelot? I LIKE that. One of the saints I ask for guidance and courage from is St. Joan of Arc. I always imagine her holding her sword high, leading her troops into battle, with the zeal of her holy vision. I ask her for strength and vision and courage.
On a strangely archetypal level, my name ( Geri) has,as it's roots, the name Gerard, which translates into 'spear-carrier.'. I have always felt some kind of connective 'click' with this. Even the motorcycle I so disastrously rode was a Virago 530. I found out later that virago means “woman warrior.”.
So I am wondering now if there is some generational, archetypal imprint of sword-wielding for a cause way back. : ). Who knows? But I really enjoyed your choice over that of Guinivere.
Actually, I think you watched the Kevin Costner version of “Robin Hood,” listening to Bryan Adam's version of the song “Whatever I Do, I Do It For You,” too much back in the '80's.
Love you, Moomers
Mom – I love you! I knew that you were named after St. Gerad but I had no idea that it translated into 'spear-carrier'..that's bad ass!
I still love that movie!