The Logistics of Lunch

Awareness of the outside world. Annual reminder for people with breasts to get a mammogram. Annual chortle when the mammogram tech tells me to ‘relax my shoulder.’ Lady, people have been trying to get me to do that for years.

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The horses get lunchtime hay. [Lunch Is Served. Again.]

The dogs get put out at midday.

I’m happy to do so. Everyone is doing well on this regimen. It’s nice to feel useful.

However.

I’m still working out the logistics.

I have to be around to serve lunch. Then I have to wait for Rodney to finish and turn him out. It’s a chunk right in the middle of the day.

If I need to run a local errand, no problem. There are many segments in the schedule when I am waiting to serve or waiting for them to finish,

Longer errands take more planning. I can’t decide to roll out of the house in the late morning. If I am out, I can’t footle my way home. I need to stop what I’m doing at X time in order to to get home for lunch.

The mammogram appointment, above, was set up last year. Back then, the middle of the day was convenient. Now, not so much.

I have plans to meet a friend – gasp – for an adventure. They were very obliging about working around my new schedule. I can’t leave the house until breakfast is over and have to bail to get home for lunch. Although, upon reflection, if someone does not comprehend this as a lifestyle choice, we are unlikely to be simpatico.

Right now, it feels like I can only do things in the morning. By the time lunch period is over, the sun is seriously close to the yardarm. Intellectually, I know that day is not over when the sun sets at 4:30 pm. My inner cave troll disagrees.

Of course, there will be some days when it’s just not possible. Since it’s a hay snack rather than grain, I’m not *as* worried about missing one or being a touch late. But, as often as possible, lunch is served.

Onwards!
Katherine