Tonight was also my first pre-scheduled meeting at a local service organization where Jay and I are members. The club meets at a restaurant, and it's simply weird to NOT order something while everyone else is planning on having dinner there, so when we wrote our ground rules, we allowed for this practice to continue since it was pre-arranged prior to January 1st, 2015. Let me tell you, I've never been so excited to order a salad in all of my life. I felt like Julie Andrews in that field from The Sound of Music, only in my mind, I was spinning in a glorious field of romaine, iceberg, carrots, and all other sorts of delectable greens. Those greens were so beautiful, I almost wept.
It's not milk. It's rice juice and almond liquid. We have lots of that, but the last of our fresh milk is gone.
So while I'd like to spend a little bit of time mourning the loss of our favorite dairy staple, I'm still relishing in the the afterglow of that delicious salad. In my dreams tonight, I will be spinning in the Alps, singing about different types of lettuces to the tune of, "These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things."
Two weeks are officially a success as of today. How far can we go?
--SH