Sunny today, but rather coolish with temps only in the upper 60’s at the Museum.
During my lunch break, I went to one of my favorite spots under the trees, next to the stream, with a splendid view of the garden.
My lunch was delicious: I had a fish cake Mr F made for dinner last night, with brown rice, steamed kale and barbecued zucchini.
I breathed deeply, admired the colors, listened to the water rushing over the rocks, the wind blowing the leaves, the birds, the people walking past, and enjoyed my meal…
I sent Mr F a text message from my bench:
“Today I can honestly say my lunch was delicious + tasty + the garden’s just gorgeous! Lucky me.”
Before returning to my cash register, I went to the Restroom. Because I don’t like putting food on the floor of a toilet I placed my lunch bag on the little shelf in the stall. I don’t know how it happened, but before I could stop it the bag fell off the shelf, and my glass food container and ceramic traveling mug smashed into a hundred pieces on the marble floor…
I’ve put my lunch bag on the toilet shelf all these years and it’s never fallen before.
It was the second ceramic traveling mug I’ve broken this month.
Was it a sign? Am I supposed to interpret a meaning? What…?