We were getting sick of the boring old glass on our front door so we contracted with a local fellow to throw a paving rock through the window earlier this week.  This is much nicer, don't you think?

 

We make dinners to go Monday through Friday.

 

Call 252-1500 by noon or so and then come pick up your dinners between 3 and 7, when we close. Add a salad for 3.25 or bread for 1.25.

 

Here is this week's menu:

 

Monday, January 30

Parmesan Chicken with Linguine 7.95

 

Tuesday, January 31

Artichoke Cakes, Red Pepper Aioli, and Chickpea-Feta Salad 7.50

 

Wednesday, February 1

Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes 7.25

 

Thursday, February 2

Thai Curry Chicken with Israeli Cous Cous (YUM!!!) 7.95

 

Friday, February 3

Call by noon and then come pick up between 4 and 7 that day!

 

Greek Moussaka with Beef

Full: 59  Half: 29.50

 

Fennel, Olive and Cremini Mushroom Lasagna

Here is what he really does, sculptures of chainsawed logs put together to become fanciful animals which are painted and bejeweled from his collection of this and that.  Many of them are draped with lights, making it, no doubt, a fun place to visit at night.

 

Mingling in with the savories are Marty's sweets.  Yesterday I went to my "graduation" from the Livestrong at the YMCA here.  This is a wonderful exercise and support-group program that the Y is now offering for cancer survivors.  I was in the inaugural class and, though I am sad to see it end, I am glad I got to start it - an important beginning for me to help me as I get back on my feet.

 

January, 2012

 

It was not an uneventful week. On Monday morning my phone rang, a call from my landlord telling me she was at my shop with the police. Someone had thrown a rock through the front door and had vandalized our cash register – getting nothing, I might add. I was completely asleep and told her I could not come in because I had to go to the hospital. That was sort of right, as you’ll see, but not exactly, so when I woke up, a few minutes later, I remembered that it was MY shop and that I better get up and see what was going on.

 

By the time I got into town, she had swept up all the glass and was waiting for the forensic unit to come to in. The handyman had been alerted and was on his way to get wood to fix the hole for the time being. I took over, watching the fingerprinting operation. Then the handyman came and put up the patch and I went back home to pack.

 

A few hours later my sister and I traveled to Chapel Hill for the first part of this second phase of my treatment. We dawdled on the way down and, as you see, visited a couple of local sites. We landed in time to catch the end of the football game and settled in with room service in our pajamas. Surgery went fine the next morning. My sister and the charge nurse had quite the amusing time with me as I was trying to wake up, laughing at me (I was out of it and did not join in on the joke) as I fell asleep with a graham cracker sticking out of my mouth. Ah well. Simple pleasures, right?

 

And now I am home again, recovering, again. I have a month to go before the second part of phase 2 happens and I am trying, again, to get back to normal, sleeping a lot and gradually emerging from the fog, again. So far so good, a step at a time, a breath at a time. Slowly, but surely. Slowly but surely.

 

And then there is this wonderful landscape that I get to see every day when I come home.  I have found a good place to stop and snap a picture when the light is just right, as it was this day earlier this week.