Spring snow day. 4th Nor’easter in March and PJs, all day. Well, fresh pjs after after a workout, after guitar practice, after Hebrew practice, after a shower and as the snow continues to swirl I’m drinking a bit of cran, a bit of vodka to soften the evening.
I was all set with Slice I created in my head yesterday as I returned to Paramus and our home turf to pick up a missing pottery tool at an impressive arts supermarket, right next door to an empty space that once housed a arty movie theater we came to know well together. I left Blicks with the right tool and cooler tool case. Not too much damage to my wallet but then the art supplies were not for me. I had what I needed and I was sure I could stop for lunch at our favorite lunch spot, the Suburban Diner.
I don’t go there often. Usually it’s to meet a friend but on my own, at a table I’m sure we used often, the silence was deafening. The staff was happy to see me, disappointed that I was there alone. Suddenly I wasn’t very hungry. I was missing you, sitting across from me.
Yesterday nothing felt right without you
Lesson learned- Suburban Diner, you are a part of my past. 😦
Yesterday the Suburban, today a snow day…