Have you ever spent an evening with a relative that you haven’t seen for a long time because you happened to be in the neighborhood and were just too tired to drive fifty more miles to get to your own apartment? Besides, you thought to yourself, “This will be great, it’s been quite a few years since you last seen her and the two of you could catch up on what has been happening in each of your lives. You could drive home in the morning fully rested.
The evening went well, Aunt Loretta was glad to see you and the two of you
caught up with the latest happenings before heading to bed. When you wake in
the morning, you notice that Aunt Loretta is still sleeping (being a widow and
getting on in years – she is not an early riser). You do your best not to make
any noise as you make your way to the kitchen.
can be a curse and being in someone else’s house does not make it any easier to
follow one’s routine. Now I must admit, while I am not on a diet, I do try my
best to be careful about what I eat. Having said that, I would like to continue
this story by saying that after locating
the loaf of bread kept in her cute “Bread Wrapper” shaped bread box, I ate some
dry toast with a cup of black, decaffeinated coffee. Notice I said, I would like to say that ……. but such
wasn’t the case.
happened next made it that I definitely had to find something to eat but I am
getting ahead of myself. At home, one of the first things I have upon awakening
is a small glass of orange juice and so before I even think about toast and
coffee, I must have my orange juice. Now some people do not like to keep their
store-bought orange juice in the cardboard box it comes in from the store and
so they pour same in a Tupperware pitcher, glass pitcher, or what have you as
soon as they get home. Me, I leave it in the box, plastic bottle, or whatever
it comes in direct from the store. I am rambling. Back to my story.
a Tupperware pitcher in the refrigerator, I noticed that the amount of liquid
showing through the plastic was rather low, which to me was a sign that there
was not much in the container. What to do – what to do? Oh well, perhaps, if I
just take a sip or two direct from the pitcher, that will accomplish two things
(I know – not too sanitary, but go with me for the moment as it adds to the
story): (1) I will get my orange juice
fix and (2) Aunt Loretta will be none the wiser, plus I will be sure to only
take a sip or two so that she has some when she wakes up. Mission accomplished.
Yeah, right – read on!
What is it
with senior citizens when they get older? Do they lose their marbles or just
become senile? What happened next just about sent me heading for the sink or
bathroom. I opened the pitcher and took a small sip, notice I said small sip
and thank goodness for that. Never, never in my wildest dreams, did I expect
what was to flow over my lips and into my mouth! Cold chicken broth!!!!! Yuk!
that Aunt Loretta had some chicken soup recently and rather than toss the broth
that was left (she apparently had eaten all the chicken and noodles), she
decided to save it and warm it up later because as Grandma used to say: “Chicken
soup is good for the soul!” Not only is chicken soup good for the soul, but it
is good for almost everything, especially when you’ve a nasty winter cold, but
it definitely is not good for that person looking to get his orange juice fix
first thing in the morning when in surroundings not of his or her own making. As I said above, YUK!