Fortune Cookie Wisdom

There’s no such thing as bad egg foo young. Ok, except for that one time when the sauce tasted like vinegar, but I’m sure there was a substitute chef that day at my favorite little take-out restaurant.

Yesterday I had an especially good batch of foo, but my experience of it was as tainted as that dire day of the sour sauce.

Lately I’ve been somewhat more social than normal and have gotten used to eating with other people. Makes my new non-multi-tasking trend a lot easier. I’ve also been having a very nice time eating dinner on the porch…even if the Bird & Squirrel channel wasn’t on. Yesterday, though, was scorching hot and after a few bites I had to throw in the towel and head back into the air-conditioned cooler air.

There’s something about setting up an expectation that can really trip me up. “Dinner’s been better on the porch.” No matter where I sat down to eat, it “wasn’t as good as the porch.” The kitchen chair wasn’t comfortable. The coffee table in front of the sofa wasn’t the right height. The dining room table had too much mail on it. Clearly, I needed an attitude adjustment.

So I went for a walk with Daisy. She’s a good pup and a happy one as well. Sometimes when we’re walking down the street she’ll see someone she’s never met and yet she’ll start wagging her tail and pulling on her leash like she just saw a long-lost friend. Mind you, if that person then tries to bend down to pet her, she’ll run under my legs like the Terminator is coming after her, but her initial reaction usually is one of excited anticipation. If any being can adjust your attitude, it’s my Daisy.

By the time I got back to the house and snuggled down into the brown wide-wale corduroy Queen Anne chair in the living room, I was ready for the plate-licking deliciousness of my dinner. Yes, those of you interested in home decorating will understand the dichotomy of brown wide-wale corduroy on a Queen Anne chair, but that ridiculous piece of furniture is one of the most comfortable things you’ll ever put your butt into. Life was good.

Was it the walk, or had I just found the right seat? Or had I just changed my mind? I’ll never know. The funniest part of the meal, though, was when I got to the fortune cookie. There in the broken shards lay a pearl of wisdom on a piece of paper with the answer to it all.

“There is no time like the pleasant,” it said. Dig it.