What is the first thing you would do if you were alone in your home? I took a nap and decided I’d think about what I wanted to do when I woke up. John and grandson David went to the train club, so I’ll have over 24 hours to make choices before David comes back. John will return in four days.

The thing I am least likely to do when people are around is read a book. I opened one where I’d left off days ago and immersed myself in it. Lots of my blogging friends are voracious readers, and I want to know how you do it. How do you bring yourself back to the real world after being totally in another? I become the main character and float through that setting as if there were no other. With no interruptions, I covered several years in the character’s life. I surfaced when the setting flipped to another decade, which seemed to break the spell. Do any of you set a timer to come back to life? I suspect it could be dangerous to lose oneself in a book. What if you never came back?

John started the dishwasher before he left. I don’t like starting a meal until the kitchen is in order, so I put the clean dishes away before making the next choice. With no one to cook for, I opted to prepare pimiento cheese for light meals. My mother served it fairly often, so it’s comfort food for me. What a rude shock I had when I married John and moved north! No one, NO ONE, would eat it! Evidently it was popular only in the South. People weren’t content to say no thank you. They looked at me like I had two heads. These same people could eat the stinkiest cheese in the world and smack their lips over ones that tasted rotten to me, but they refused to touch pimiento cheese. As you can imagine, I never served it to anyone again. There is only person who shares it with me now, son John $. I don’t always remember to make it when he is coming, but I should. Is there anyone reading this who would eat pimiento cheese? If so, you are my soul sister or soul brother, and I love you.