I went to the park the other day to eat my lunch. Even though it was a beautiful day, I wasn’t really in the mood to eat outside. It was just that one of my favorite things about traveling with my husband on his business trips is eating alone. Not! I hate it with a passion and avoid it at all costs. I’d rather go to a movie alone (which is another item on my will not do list) than sit alone in a restaurant.
I do, however, like the being outside in the sun, breathing the fresh air and taking in all of nature’s beauty. So when I do have to eat alone, I will take my meal to go, and find some nice quite place where I can sit, eat and enjoy my surroundings. This generally makes up for the eating alone phobia.
Less than a minute after I sat down on a bench with my lunch, I had hoards of birds heading my way. Ducks, geese, robins, blue jays, and some other ugly birds that looked more like they were inbred than they were an actual breed. If I could translate all of their chirping and squawking, I am sure it would have sounded like this; “What did you bring me?” “What’s in the bag lady?” “Hurry up already, we’re hungry.”
Now before I go on, I probably should provide a little background on my feelings about birds.