Leapt into the van,
My protein bar disappeared
Dinner gone again.
Where exactly did dinner go? I looked all around before I went into the meeting. Anyone else identify with this? Protein bars, protein bars everywhere, and not a bite to eat. Meanwhile, a larger problem lurks behind my confused attempts to find the missing peanut butter chocolate bar, safely hidden in the voluminous black van under the nonexistent lights in the dark parking lot.
How often do your meals get stolen by alternative activities, reader? I recommend boxes of protein bars. But it’s important to remember those bars are small and you can’t just toss them onto seats. Apparently.
If you thought I was going to rail against emergency peanut butter chocolate dinners, reader — well, nope, not me. Those breakfasts, lunches and dinners work. You have to be mindful, though, whenever you have a solution for any problem that is too small to be stuffed into the seat in front of you. Think airplane, tho’ preferably not Boeing 737-Max 9.
Other notes from the December meeting:
Elderberry tea
In the St. Giles undercroft
I sip. Vestry votes.
Lesson here: Make yourself a good, sturdy cup of tea. That tea may be your only dinner. But my favorite haiku from the meeting was this one:
Where are the vampires?
Probably looking for blood
In all the wrong places.
Sometimes my attention drifts….
