There's something peaceful and lethargic about Mondays. For most people this is
typically not the case. They're usually the dreaded a first day back to work
after a nice long weekend off and that's always a hard transition. However, I
work an odd schedule and Mondays are my Sundays. Sleeping in is always top
priority on my list of things to do on Mondays, then it usually consists of
sitting around in my poke-a-dot pajamas all day watching bad movies or chasing
Gizmo around the apartment so she could lose some of that weekend weight she
put on. This Monday wasn't much different from any other even though I was
still out of town and staying with my parents. Only here we all get up at the
crack of dawn just to sit around the apartment, watch bad movies and they chase their obese Pomeranian around
the apartment for exercise while Gizmo gets a break for a few days. This morning
felt a little like 'the Mondays" though. Maybe it was that I had to go
back to work tomorrow and would have to leave my family to return to the city,
I'm not sure, but I definitely felt like Garfield today. Maybe I should have eaten
some lasagna. It always worked for him.
Instead
of Italian, my family and I settled for going out to a Chinese dinner together
in the evening. All twelve of us sat at the Tiki Buddah, like it was the scene
of the Last Supper. Our waitress, I sensed, had enough of us as soon as we
walked through the door. It was a game of musical chairs for a good ten minutes
before we cracked open the menus and shut up for a minute to read it. After
stuffing our faces with lo mein and pork fried rice leaving a good amount
scattered around our plates for the poor woman to clean up after us, she quickly
tossed us all a bunch of those fantastic fortune cookies like we were monkeys
at a zoo. I always look forward to cracking one open at the end of a meal. It's
like a treat for eating all of my vegetables. I never really took them
seriously though, I just liked the game of mysticism behind them and it humors
me. The second those cookies hit the table everyone jumped in and attacked.
Nearly lost a limb for a tiny stale cookie, sheesh.
It was that last lo cookie in the pile, the one that seemed to be eyeballing me
from the get go that I went ahead and cracked open. Carefully slipping the
small strip of paper out of its shell while my brother, Paul, was busy
attempting to make coherent sentences of the Chinese he was learning from the
back of everyone's fortune, I unfurled my fortune with impatient fingers and
read: "Make every day count. You may not have many to come." What! I think I grabbed the wrong
fortune cookie. Waitress! Could I have another cookie, please?
I knew I should have had lasagna today.
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