Sunday.
7 AM the usual
9 AM a bowl of fruit and cereal and a second cup of tea--in bed, watching "Sunday Morning." And old habit.
12 PM we left for a walk along the L A River bank with Jake and stopped at The Spoke, a small cyclists cafe alongside the bike path. I ordered a sinful breakfast--two fried eggs with bacon, toast AND fried potatoes. The place was incredibly busy. And noisy, with a good crowd of people whose conversation was drowned out by a guitar/singer, with amplifier, singing old favorites. The order took an eon to arrive, and by the time it did (at 1PM), I was ravenous--and scoffed the lot!
No afternoon snack.
6:30 PM we started to prepare a Blue Apron dinner: breaded rockfish with kale and mashed potatoes. Washed down with a glass of rosé--and a drop of white!
No ice cream, no dessert!
About Me
- Peter Clothier
- Born and raised in the UK, lives in Los Angeles, California. A writer about art and artists, essayist, social observer, daily meditator and student of the Buddhist dharma.. and a long-time recovering academic. Happily out of a "job" since 1986--but "works" every day. Father to three great kids (why don't we have a proper word for, um, middle-aged "children"?) and grandfather to four wonderful grandchildren. Even after all these years in America, he still speaks English.
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