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Aside

After years of depravation, those choccie-covered doughnuts must have been absolutely delicious to Lucas. I think I understand in some small way.

Eating supper tonight I could only think of a smiling John Mulligan and his fish and chips bag. Handsome devil.

So I finally got to go out and enjoy a meal with hubby and make that all-important trip to the pharmacy for those necessary items–my medicated shampoo (I have a psoriasis-like scalp condition and can’t do without the stuff), new razors and scented shaving gel, sensitive skin cleansing cloths and most important, another box of John Freida medium golden blonde hair color. Because the white roots are truly shining across the crown of my head, so hubby gets to help return me to my yellow-haired status. Tuesday I get my hair trimmed. Hooray, I can get rid of the sheepdog bangs! Had to resort to a hat today to keep it out of my eyes. Worked like a charm. Fedoralady loves her hats.
But before our drugstore trip we went to Captain D’s for supper. I haven’t eaten out since December so even a trip to a fast food place is really a treat. I am not a great fish lover, but I do like shrimp and I love their chicken tenders at Captain D’s. Oh, it was so good. We were there early and the chicken was fresh and crispy, the baked potato nice and tender, delicious with butter and sour cream, the green beans, seasoned with bacon, so tasty–and the hush puppies. Topped it all off with sweet tea. Yummmmm.  Healthy? Well, not exactly. But it was such a treat, having gone without such food for quite some time.

Afterwards, we took a drive through downtown, where there are some beautiful old churches and homes. The pale purple of the wisteria with those graceful grape-like clusters, the brilliant fuschia, white and soft pink of the azaleas and frilled white buds on the flowering trees–it’s a beautiful time, spring, and right now it is putting on a show.

But I digress. I mentioned Mr. Mulligan and Mr. North.  Visiting  “a creat little seafood place” reminded me of John Mulligan with that impish and irresistible smile, standing on Ellie’s doorstep holding up the fish and chips bag. Talk about special delivery . . .

And the pleasure I found in my meal made me think of Lucas on his return from Russia and his craving for fish and chips, licking chocolate from his fingers after the doughnuts, something familiar, comforting, something that marked normalcy.

I tired out quite easily and the fractured tail bone and lower back began fussing at me again before we could get home. I couldn’t even eat all my meal, but Benny polished off the rest of it for me. (I have only been eating an average of one meal a day recently, so I was filling up fast). I am trying to return to a sense of normalcy in my life. Putting on my warpaint, getting dressed in proper clothes instead of PJs and lounge wear, venturing out into the world again.

Monday night we begin our Photoshop Elements class and Tuesday it’s back to town to get a haircut and brow wax. Practically a flurry of activity!  I haven’t, thank God, been stuck in a prison for eight years, just recovering from a freakish accident for a little less than five months.

Still, it felt very, very good. And the thoughts of two of RA’s gorgeous characters didn’t hurt either.

A Meal Out with Mulligan and Lucas–sort of