I eat ice cream. As if it won’t really pack on the pounds as long as I eat it when no one is watching. I’m pretty sure this is the first sign of an addiction.
But, then, I buy exotic vegetables like canned Squash with Vidalia Onions. Or Triple Succotash with tomatoes, corn, and butter beans. Completely weird. I think the old-fashioned mixture reminds me of eating supper at my grandmother’s house and what could be more comforting than that?
I watch chick-flicks. Although in my case the chicks are more like old hens. I prefer leading ladies who are seasoned, and I am currently enthralled with the PBS series Cranford. My poor husband only sat through Pride & Prejudice because it has that one scene with a herd of deer loping across the meadow.
I walk the dog. Normally, I admire her from afar. She is a hunter and belongs exclusively to the master of the house. But, when the boss is gone I actually take her for walks in our neighborhood and pick up the offerings she leaves behind on the neighbors’ lawns. Our bonding is a strange thing, I suppose. But, we both miss him so much when he is away. And I’m pretty sure nobody loves him quite the way we do.