It’s a Bird. It’s a Plane. It’s Super Food!

016Ugh–I woke up with the kernel of one those “special” headaches pulsating in my brain.

Left to their own devices, these headaches take over, and for the next eight or so hours I’m down for the count, puking…again and again.

Fortunately, there’s pharmaceutical help.  I have a prescription for tiny orange pills that are literal miracles.  They’re not perfect–after taking one, I need to sleep for a couple of hours.  Afterward, I’m fragile for the rest of the day (no other way to describe it)..

Once the crisis was averted and I was feeling (more or less) like myself again, I decided fresh air was in order, so I took a gentle walk downtown.

Seeing the usual crowd at The Basted Baker, I stopped in to see what all the fuss was about…and ordered a breakfast bowl with good things like kale, avocado and a beautifully poached egg from a happy chicken.

Kale was the star of this show.  (I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much kale at one sitting.)

Walking home, I was overcome by a feeling of wellbeing.  Although the day had started on a horrific note,  I was content…even a little happy.

It was the kale!  They don’t call it a super food for nothing.  I made a mental note to buy a bunch and learn how to prepare it.

Then I licked my lips and tasted a crumb of the delicious peanut butter chocolate chip cookie I’d bought at The Bakery after choking back my kale.

Just as I suspected…the key to contentment has chocolate chips, not thick veiny leaves.


We Have a Bleeder!!!

There’s a gorgeous bakery downtown.

It’s on the corner of Delicious Cowboy Cookies and Scrummy Homemade Pizza.

And lattes…robust, creamy coffee that’s good enough to make you look forward to your alarm clock’s morning scream.

The Bakery (yes, that’s its name–simplicity at its finest!) even has outdoor seating, a must for the girl with an anxious Chihuahua.

In need of some TLC and a little treat, I gathered up my furry friend and headed for The Bakery.

I enjoyed caffeine and a blueberry scone while she basked in the ultimate joy of spending an afternoon with moi.

I smiled at friendly townsfolk passing by.

Even though I’m alone in a strange town, going through an ugly divorce and adjusting to a new job, I found beauty and happiness in the little things in life.

For the first time I started to feel hopeful.

Then the dog got her leash tangled around the base of the table and I stood to unwind it.

I forgot about the super dangerous, metal support beams that I can’t believe haven’t been removed by some vigilant health and safety committee somewhere.

Sitting down, I slammed the back of my head into that metal bar hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.

I tentatively touched the point of impact.

Instead of a nice reassuring bump…I felt something warm and wet.

Blood!!!  Ack!  My head was bleeding!!!

Blood was coming out of my head!

I’m squeamish at the best of times, but especially so when the blood I see is my own.

Those positive sugar and caffeine vibes disappeared.  My bottom lip may have quivered and there may have been a few terrified yet dignified tears.

The good news is I didn’t need stitches.  It was just an abrasion, which I believe means a big scary cut on a place where you don’t want one.

I also learned where the hospital is should I ever go to that %$!$ bakery again.

And I’m up date on my tetanus shot thanks to the painful jab from the Emergency Room nurse.

Best of all, I learned how self-reliant I am.  I can deal with adversity on my own…even if it involves blood.