I'm running about 20 minutes behind schedule, as I stopped to ask the local vintner what red wine to pair with turkey. His recommendation: Pinot Noir. The turkey (pictured above) is a fresh free-range bronze turkey. I'm personally hoping that he will "bronze" up nicely for tonight. At the moment, he's resting comfortably in my fridge. I had to dislodge the bottom rack to fit his box in.
Jayne and I had decided to blow off work and talk about men in a way we never would have done when we were younger and more responsible. (Actually, our bosses had pre-approved the vacation time if not the conversation, but I like to think that after sensible teenage and young adult years, we still have a chance of turning into carefree middle aged rebels.) Jayne was sharing with me the surprise some people had expressed when they learned she was getting divorced and how that had opened her eyes to the compartmentalization in her life; in this case, that her marriage had been slowly deteriorating but she didn't talk about this with anyone - even close friends. I asked Jayne how many "boxes" she had. "5 - 1 for work, 1 for family, 1 specifically for my ex, 1 for Christian friends, and 1 for non-Christan friends." As she finished, I saw myself 6 months ago. I was having morning coffee with a friend and my phone beeped its daily 9 am reminder....
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