Last night was beautiful. The weather was delightful, warm with a crisp breeze. The sun was in that perfect place in the sky, an hour or so before sunset, still warm and well-lit, but low enough to be soft and glowing.
I took the time to uncover the grill and clean it. Really scrub it, shiny and new. And then, for the first time this season, fired it up and grilled dinner. I only made hot dogs, but they were perfect, delicious Nathan’s hot dogs. Crisp, but not browned, on the outside, and steamy, juicy, tasty on the inside. Served on soft, plump white hot dog buns with salty, tangy baked beans on the side. It looked and tasted like summer.
I decided it was the perfect time to christen the patio furniture for the year. To sit outside, eat and enjoy the moment. I asked the Judge if he was going to eat with me:
Judge: Sure, sounds good.
Judge: Wait, where? Inside or out?
Me: Outside, it is beautiful!
Judge: Oh. I’ll just eat upstairs then.
And so I headed outside and ate my delicious summer meal, all by myself. I watched the sun set and relished the breeze blowing. And felt very alone. And very sorry for myself. And very sad that my husband chose to sequester himself, in his office, instead of simply eating with me.