Breakfast at Joanna’s.
– March 21, 2017 Toby –
I love breakfast. When I’m with Joanna, she let’s me join her at the table, or wherever she is sitting. It drives Johnnie crazy, as he says now I don’t recognize the table as off limits and it has made me a beggar. Neither are tolerated at Johnnie’s. But when it’s just me and Joanna, a seat at the table is good.
Joanna likes her buns for breakfast: croissant, northern dim sum, or maybe a muffin. Always something sweet. I don’t know what she is drinking, but I don’t like it. It reminds me of the time I ate that package of speed left on the floor in the kids room. Anyway, that’s another story.
Sometimes, on a cool Saturday morning, we sit out on the porch and I enjoy the warmth of Joanna’s legs. She slips me pepperoni pieces and I rest my head on her and look out at the water. Other times, it’s too warm so we sit on the porch. I prefer the floor as the chairs are slatted and it’s hard to get comfortable. If I’m looking my best at the table, I want to make sure I’m comfortable.
After breakfast, I take a snooze in the sun, wherever that may be at that moment. Clouds drift by, birds sing, a splash and someone else is enjoying breakfast. I doze to the familiar.
