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Things You Should Have Written Down

Good news everybody: I’ve written a list.

As a professor I tend to fill my day researching, teaching, and providing administrative type services (such as leading committees, drafting reference letters, cleaning my office, and eating chocolate). While I try to keep the nerdery to a bit of a minimum here at Consumed By Wanderlust, I can’t help myself – lessons, rules, words to live by, often make their way onto this blog.

Of course, I’m a realist. I’m not expecting you to have written these down, despite the fact that I often wrote write that down. I get that you might have been too busy or easily distracted. For this reason, I thought I would spend some time and collect all of the most salient rules and lessons that I have offered to you over the last year or so. I’m sure you’ll agree with me that this list is probably one of the most profound lists you’ll read this year.

You are welcome.

The exam is next week.

Things you should have written down if you were paying attention:

Things you should have written down if you were paying attention to Dr. Beth:

1 The duplication is not a mistake. If you refer to One More Piece Couldn’t Hurt you’ll see that I noted that this particular rule should be written down twice.

2 Which was actually upgraded to a law of the universe.

3 Read Scotch.

Could This Be The Best Day Ever?

My best day ever started with a trip to the market, and this awesome display of colour.

This afternoon I sat around and did a lot of nothing – despite my best intentions to finally sort through the pile of stuff that now calls my living room its home. To be honest, I just didn’t feel like dealing with it. I’ll do it tomorrow1.

Instead I sat around, snuggling with Elliot, and watching the show Departures on my trusty computer (which I’ve embedded below – should you not know what I’m talking about). I made a point of chatting with my parents2 as I won’t be heading home for the big Gillis family Thanksgiving turkey.

At some point I sent a quick text to a friend to see how he was spending the weekend. During the course of our conversation I mentioned that I wasn’t going to head home, so instead was going to go buy myself a pie and eat the entire thing – much like the pilgrims would have done3. Whilst LOL’ing my witty text, I happily discovered that my half-dozen bag-o-delicious-tasty-farmers’-market-donuts were actually a half-dozen plus one.

This afternoon included a lot of this.

If you weren’t aware, free donuts taste way better than regular old pay-for-donut donuts. That’s a rule, you should write it down. I’ve purposely saved the extra donut for eating last4 because I want to savour the anticipation of the tastier donut.

So if you are keeping score, today was suddenly +1 donut. Could this have been the makings of the best day ever? You betcha.

Because, dear readers, it wasn’t shortly long after that when I received a message from a friend. Apparently said friend just so happened to have baked me a pie. Even better, said friend was on his way over to deliver said pie.

ZOMG! Warm pie. Warm. Apple. Cranberry. Pie. Squeeeeeee.

It’s like the Universe heard my declaration of spending tomorrow eating pie and thought it would intercede so that I might not have to even venture out of the house to obtain a pie for said Thanksgiving day gorging.

And then, before I knew it, said friend was at my door with an apple cranberry crumble topped pie. And it was still warm. I tried to remain cool, calm, and collected – far be it from me to let my friend know how truly giddy I was. But seriously, I’m sure it was obvious. Fresh pie. Still warm. Delivered to my door. How could I not be giddy?

Today’s score: +1 donut, +1 pie5. Clearly the best day ever. And clearly my list of things to be thankful for just grew by several items.

1 You know, tomorrow, the same day that most people begin their diet, start that exercise regime, or put off whatever could be done today.

2 Because I’m the best son ever; and this is why my parents are going to drop off a big tray of date squares and leftover turkey goodness on Monday. Hint Hint. Ha! I’m an ass.

3 Assuming the pilgrims were as lazy and gluttonous in the area of pie as I am.

4 Ha! I kill me.

5 And for proper score keeping: +1 scotch.

I Regret Nothing!

Winter greets me as I head to the market

Today has been a pretty great day.

I slept in until the crack of 6:30. I know – I’m a wild man. Even better, I didn’t jump out of bed immediately. Instead, I remained within the warm confines of my blankets while Elliot softly purred next to me.

Eventually, however, Elliot decided he’d get up and stretch. I took his advice and did the same. It was only then that I realized I had slept in an awkward position (apparently) because my neck didn’t like when I lowered my left ear to my left shoulder. All day I’ve been working on getting rid of the kink, and only about an hour ago did it finally release. It’s still a bit tender, but nothing like it was when I woke. That alone was enough to make my day. But wait – that’s not all. It got even better!

Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur.

After breakfast (oatmeal and a coffee – of course), Mr. Jasper Tey came by and we headed to the market. It has been a number of weeks since I’ve been to the market, so it was great to get out and enjoy a brisk snowy Saturday morn. I picked up some lamb sausage from Thatcher Farms, some chicken and mushroom meat pies, and a delicious bag of apple cider donuts. I know I shouldn’t eat those, but I figured I deserved a treat. I really don’t have any justification for deserving a treat, but I really didn’t feel that I needed one. Point is, I wanted apple cider donuts, I bought apple cider donuts.

I regret nothing!

Following my market outing with Jasper, we headed to The Joint Cafe to meet up with Dr. Mark. There we chatted and laughed and chatted and laughed. Jasper enjoyed some very tasty looking breakfast, Mark had a very tasty looking mocha latte, and I had my third coffee of the day (as we may have stopped off at Planet Bean so that I could warm my soul with a vanilla soy latte).

You are right to be jealous. These are freaking delicious.

Eventually, Jasper and I found our way to B-Chocolate, Chocolates & Cafe. This would be the first time that either of us had set foot in this local chocolatier – which is amazing considering it has been around for over a year and I am an unapologizing chocoholic. Jasper enjoyed a freshly made hot chocolate (made with dark chocolate). Sadly, the dairy content prevented me from joining in on the fun. I did however treat myself. Again.

I couldn’t help myself. I was hypnotized by the delicious treats that were set before me. It’s like each little morsel were shouting out to me – if you don’t eat us, our purpose will never be fulfilled. And who am I to deny an inanimate piece of chocolate the satisfaction of achieving its purpose?

This box is full of chocolate deliciousness.

Moral of the story. I bought a bunch of dark and delicious chocolate. Fifteen pieces to be exact.

I regret nothing!

Since the day was far from over, I opted to hit up a session of hot yoga with my friend Mark. Not Dr. Mark, the other Mark. Actually, there are a lot of Mark’s in my life, and all of them are pretty awesome. I wonder if it’s in the name? I digress.

Anyway, I’m home now doing pretty much what I did when I started the day: lounging in my bed while Elliot softly purrs beside me. Except now instead of breakfast, I’m going to enjoy a delicious piece of fine chocolate.

Yup – As days go, this one has been pretty great.