The highlight of my day was mixing Portia and Louis’s leftover blueberries into a bowl of batter this afternoon.
Having cancelled all activities this week until Alan is better, I was feeling a little housebound and lonely. I spent most of my energy racking my brain for yet another anti-television, anti-Dr. Seuss activity. I decided on making muffins. Instead of from scratch, I decided the easy route, and found a box of blueberry muffin mix. I knew they would come out dry and bland, but yet I was happy that I had found an activity that would eat up at least 30 minutes.
I opened the refrigerator to get out the eggs and milk. Behind the carton of milk, I discovered the leftover blueberries that Louis and Portia had brought over this weekend. What a coincidence! I smiled at remembering our lively Sunday dinner that ended with ice cream topped with fresh blueberries (and granola and peanut butter and cool whip).
The timing was perfect.
Having cancelled all activities this week until Alan is better, I was feeling a little housebound and lonely. I spent most of my energy racking my brain for yet another anti-television, anti-Dr. Seuss activity. I decided on making muffins. Instead of from scratch, I decided the easy route, and found a box of blueberry muffin mix. I knew they would come out dry and bland, but yet I was happy that I had found an activity that would eat up at least 30 minutes.
I opened the refrigerator to get out the eggs and milk. Behind the carton of milk, I discovered the leftover blueberries that Louis and Portia had brought over this weekend. What a coincidence! I smiled at remembering our lively Sunday dinner that ended with ice cream topped with fresh blueberries (and granola and peanut butter and cool whip).
The timing was perfect.
It doesn’t take much to come across tokens of friendships – they are all around me and come in quite handy when feeling lonely. Quite frequently, I find them in the frig - whether it be a dessert dropped off by a neighbor, or a new recipe given to me by Jamie. It could be a familiar song, or a blue hand-painted wooden box given to me by Marie over 10 years ago that still sits on my mantle. Today it was blueberries.
Postscript #1: Alan loves playing “mix the batter”. This time he altered the game by grabbing a handful of the mix (still dry). Before I could stop him, his mouth (entire body) was covered in powder.
Postscript #2: The muffins came out delicious and were enjoyed with an afternoon cup of coffee on the porch. I am fighting the urge to go downstairs right now for another one!
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