Balcony Date

Two weeks ago, David decided to work from home just because he can.

While I was busy processing appeals and grievances, he was eating breakfast on the balcony.

Con: I missed his face at work.

Pro: I came home to this lunch:

Medium rare buttered rib-eye cooked on cast iron, hand-mashed red potatoes, and lightly baked asparagus.

BOMB.

And just to complete the set, he decided we’d have dinner outside as well.

We had salad from a bag and pre-seasoned chicken. I honestly don’t remember what flavor it was, but it was so good.

Of course, we paid dearly for eating outside because our allergies flared up but it was so worth it. Better than eating on the coffee table with our eyes glued to the TV. We actually got to hang out and talk over our meals, which for a household that doesn’t have a dinner table, can be challenging to accomplish.

Next thing on my checklist: Sunday brunch on the balcony under the sunshine, and Vivaldi’s “Spring” from his Four Seasons symphony playing in the background. It has been my dream since I was 19, and surprisingly I have never had it happen.

Someday…

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