Y’all will have to excuse me as I sit here picking my teeth and trying to write at the same time.
Dancer brewed up a delicious batch of stir-fried tonight and I’m still picking the garlic, onion and whatever out of the choppers. At least, I think it’s garlic – hold on while I go kiss her and see what she says. . . .
Yeah, Dancer made me take her to the large produce market yet again. Interesting place, that! I like languages, but there are so many different types of people shopping there that I must have heard at least five different languages I could not identify. That’s not to say that they are not all nice people. I suspect they are. However, some of them drive shopping carts (and vehicles) like this may be a totally new experience for them.
That joint is cool, though. It’s not only multi-cultural as languages go, so is some of the produce! Now. . . . we’re big eaters here and we like fruits and vegetables a lot. And, hey, I’ve traveled to many different places in the world. But, I’m here to tell you that neither of us had any idea whatsoever what some of the stuff they were selling was. So, sometimes we buy something just to try, but then are not really sure how it is supposed to be cooked. The great part is, though, after a fast call to her Asian son-in-law for cooking instructions, that it was one stop shopping for everything Dancer wanted for her fancy stir-fry dish.
Interestingly enough, the older, overworked cashier lady we got happened to be a combination of Italian and Arabic and was not all that handy with English. What she did not understand was the little fact that I could understand what she was saying, along with two of her words that are better to not be posted here. So, when she was signaling (and complaining under her breath) for us to push the produce up to her so she could ring it up, it’s (somewhat) understandable that I quietly replied in a one word expletive that she immediately understood. Thereafter, she was rather pleasant.
As shown in some of our photos, the area where we live is suburban, for the most part. But, there are also miles of unused land “saved” as virgin woods and wetlands. One of the largest wetland woods in the area is visible out the window from Dancer’s craft work-table because it’s right next door to us. Behind us is a park and lake, which also makes for a great view from any window here. However, intermixed in this area, if one is looking, are pockets of different nationalities and races of people. Most of these people have different types of businesses -- which Dancer has started dragging me around to explore. That damn Google shows her where they all are. . . .
That’s all right, though. I took her to my favorite “Crazy Wednesday” sale at a Dearborn, Michigan Arab produce market and she liked the place. Then, we went to one of my favorite Arab restaurants where we were grossly overfed and came home with enough for two more days. I forgot to show her the Burka shop in the Arab area. Those would be the extreme there, and I have never seen any woman actually wearing one, but they are sold at a store there and they appear in the window of the store.
And so as we wander this never-ending multi-cultural experience around the area, Dancer gets yet more ideas for artwork and food dishes. Lucky for me, I have a stomach like cast iron and love different foods. However, I have a feeling that her craft work area in front of the large living room window may be expanding somewhat soon. At the moment, she has supply stuff hidden here and there, but that cannot last long as all the available hiding spaces seem to already be taken.
And what do I do for my sweetie for Valentine’s Day? Not much, say’s I . . . cause we are always together and I can’t cause a surprise to happen. But then, maybe I can -- if I’m ever so sneaky in the morning and awaken her affectionately. We’ll see. If that doesn’t work . . . well, there’s always the afternoon and evening. After all, she says that all she wants is me! (and a cat from the Humane Society, which is only a block away! Dratted Google again. Darn woman walks around going, “Meow, Meow, Meow”… and I want a bird. Might be interesting! Feathers and fur-balls, eh?
Has anyone else ever tried “togetherness” that is constant for weeks (months?) at a time after being single for years? And by “constant,” I means 24/7 cause neither of us work. The fun part is that we like it! The interesting part is that others around us seem to like it, too. I was in the local grocery store alone the other morning and the cashier (who I do not know) said: “Hey. You’re alone. You two are very cute together.” Yeah, they see us there a lot.
Dancer and I do not cause a spectacle of ourselves, by any means. But, anyone seeing us together knows for sure that we are not brother and sister. We’re forever holding hands and snickering privately about something or other. People seem to notice the closeness and many respond with a smile. But, getting alone with Dancer on an elevator can get interesting! I ain’t telling how, but it often is.
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