Best Laid Plans
Harry had me over for
the weekend. It went far too quickly, though I could have throttled him at first.
Apparently Chip, Doc and
maybe even Harry, (he denies being a co- conspirator) decided to make Cookie
fix pancakes and bring them over Saturday morning. Now, I don’t mind pancakes.
In fact I like them. Very much, even if they can’t compare to Mom’s.
But I didn’t like the trumped up excuse of a refit for Cookie to use up what was left of some cake flour for them.
I almost didn’t
try them, out of spite. I can be obstinate that way and it’s not a trait I’m proud of. But after Lola’s fiasco a month ago, I felt I owed it to myself to at least try them. I wasn’t expecting anything like those round mounds of deliciousness. In fact, later, I asked him
to make sure to include his cake flour pancakes regularly aboard Seaview now. Maybe once or twice a week.
Harry just laughed at
me. Probably had a bet with Doc and Chip that their little plot wouldn't work.
I’m not too skinny! I just don’t want to gain ten pounds or so each
cruise that happens to most sub crews.
Anyway, Harry and I had a good time just watching TV and later
a football game. He ordered pizza and I’m sorry to say I fell asleep before half time. At least he was able to call Chip over to help him finish it off and keep him company. That was Saturday.
I didn’t wake up
till Monday, still in Harry’s well worn easy chair, with an afghan that
Edith had made tucked under my chin. I guess I was more tired than I thought.