this morning I put a few extra layers on and walked over to the “A” to meet a friend for breakfast…

they have a great inexpensive breakfast special which George and I would often have on the weekend… I’d walk and he would meet me there after driving the car over… he had trouble walking so it usually worked well… we’d often take a drive after breakfast… sometimes when it was nice out and he was feeling good we would walk over together….

whenever we walked anywhere we always held hands… when the girls were younger they thought it was embarrassing, but as they got older they thought it was cute, lol…

my usual breakfast is softly poached eggs, which I have on a piece of the rye toast, and bacon… of course these days I shouldn’t have the bacon but it was a bit of a treat this morning… final treat was half a slice of remaining toast with a tiny bit of strawberry jam…

sitting there waiting for my friend reminded me of the day I had breakfast there all by myself… it was only the second time in my life that I ate on my own in a restaurant… even though I felt like everyone was watching me it also felt comfortable because we had been there so many times…

when I walked through the doors at the hotel I had to take a picture of the worn handle… it makes me think of all the people who have opened the door over the years… that seems comfortable too…