I’ve got a 47 hour stretch with no work and with nobody else at home.
Here is how I have spent the first six hours of this time alone.
First—I got a can of clam chowder for dinner at Walgreens as I drove home from work.
Below you see the food aisle from where I got the chowder at a local Walgreens. They got everything you need in that aisle so long as you don’t need very much.
I also stopped at Memorial Park here in Houston on the way home and took a 3 mile walk on the jogging trail.
While walking I read Mayflower by Nathaniel Philbrick. I’ve been walking and reading on the Memorial Park trail for 14 years so far and have not bumped into anything yet.
There certainly is wickedness at the core of our national history when you read how we double-dealt the native population at every turn in the 17th century.
I’m reading Mayflower to study up for Thanksgiving.
I’m sure that Thanksgiving is not all about food and then rushing out to buy stuff as soon as your meal is over.
Once home I fell asleep for 2 hours and had a dream that I was walking along the ocean in Corpus Christi, TX, and that I saw a seal.
I suppose I had the dream about Corpus Christi because I was recently looking at some pictures of a trip I took to Corpus in 2008.
Visit Corpus Christi for a good time. All the Texas coast has interesting things to see.
Below is the picture I took four years ago that formed the central image of my dream.
There was once a Caribbean Monk Seal that had a range just south of Texas. But people killed them all. There are no seals in the Gulf of Mexico.
Click here to read about this seal and where it lived before they were all killed.
After waking up from my dreamy nap, I busted open the clam chowder for a fine dinner and have now moved on to writing a blog post.
With six hours down and 41 hours to go, who knows what more will happen with my excellent time alone.
Wife Is Certain To Realize I Exploded Bowl Of Clam Chowder In Microwave—I Must Now Deflect Her With Positive Clam Chowder Memories
I was making a bowl of clam chowder in the microwave a few minutes ago when I heard a big pop.
The chowder exploded all over the inside of the microwave.
No matter how well I try to clean this mess, my wife will know what has happened.
My wife, who is the best wife ever, is a kind and forgiving person.
It’s just that I know I’m going to leave some clam bits hanging off the top of the oven and that I won’t come near to getting rid of the clam smell. She has been working very hard today and does not want to come home to a big clam smell.
And I am always making some mess and this just might be all she can take from me.
Oh no…I just went and made an effort to clean the mess. There is chowder gunk and exploded clams everywhere.
I could try to blame the electric company for restoring our power yesterday after a few days in dark due to the recent hurricane. This would have never happened while we were unable to turn on the microwave.
But I don’t want to “point fingers” and play the “blame game.” No—I won’t go that route.
Instead, I’m going to remind her of the nice clam chowder she and I ate at the Union Oyster House in Boston just a few months ago. You see above the picture of this famous restaurant. My hope is that by shifting her thoughts to positive clam chowder experiences, I will be able to temper her justifiable consternation at my misdeeds. I’ll remind her that I did not spill or explode any of the clam chowder in Boston.
Those who know the wife and myself might counter that she is no fool and that I am a mess-making wreck.
That’s all true. I’m just hoping she forgets all that and just focuses on the time clam chowder brought us happiness.