>Sometimes there are days like that.

>I ordered a sub sandwich Thursday and saved half for Friday in another teacher’s refrigerator. Her water bottle tipped, and I had a soggy sub for lunch.

Sometimes there are days like that.

I didn’t want to cook last night, but couldn’t justify ordering out or going out. I threw a few things together and called it Kitchen Sink Casserole. Dirty rice (with ground beef and miscellaneous spices and garden vegetables), meatsauce from last night’s spaghetti, egg noodles, the tiny bit of leftover spaghetti, all in a casserole dish. It was actually rather tasty. But yes, indeed, it was an Ultimate Leftover.

Sometimes there are days like that.

The newspaper never showed up on our porch. Sometimes our carrier is a little late, but she’s usually reliable. I don’t remember her ever missing us completely. Chuck has been on a roll with the evening crosswords this week; this will wreck his perfect record.

Sometimes there are days like that.

I gathered up a stack of Time magazines to mail to La Petite and discovered that Buttercup the hungry bunny had chewed on two issues. One was still readable; I’ll send it anyway.

Sometimes there are days like that.

My minivan may need work on its exhaust system, the garage door is turning temperamental, my tomatoes look awful, but the zucchini keep growing and growing and growing and growin. They’re the energizer bunny of the neighborhood gardens.

And as long as we have zucchini, we will not starve, even on days like that.

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4 thoughts on “>Sometimes there are days like that.

  1. >In the immortal words of Alexander, after his terrible-horrible-no good-very bad day…

    "Some days are like that. Even in Australia."

  2. >My regular tomatoes weren't all that hot this year, but the cherry tomatoes continue to produce. Had a big pumpkin come up early, and have two more that I might have to harvest before Halloween. Thankfully I have one other that is still green, and thus might last another month.

    The rest of the garden has gotten a little wild, and out of control. There's even a maple tree growing that Sweet Pea wants us to transplant.


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