Here’s a post where I decided on the title — without waffling — hours before I started writing it. That’s unusual.
Yesterday, I met my friends Janet and Ray for brunch at the Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown. While sometimes I have trouble making decisions about what to order at a restaurant, I didn’t waffle yesterday. I knew I wanted to order waffles, only available on weekends. I did waffle, a little, about what kind of waffle to get, but — with Janet and Ray’s help — I soon settled on the sweet potato special:
Don’t those deluxe waffles look delicious? In case you’re waffling on how to respond, my answer is: they were!
Janet and Ray both tried them, and agreed the waffles were wonderful.
Ray and Janet are looking at houses to buy, now that they’ve moved back to Massachusetts, and they told me about a place they definitely want to own. There was no waffling, for either of them, as they shared details about this home:
I don’t know why, in particular, I chose to take a photo of the house’s doorknobs, except (1) I was waffling about other pictures to take and (2) those doorknobs are quite adorable.
We also talked about my blog, and I told them I had been waffling, a little, about quoting Ray yesterday without checking with him first. I do have concerns about (1) misquoting people and (2) hurting their feelings. Ray replied, without a hint of waffling in his voice, that I could write whatever I wanted to about him, without any fear whatsoever. Indeed, Ray strongly requested that I misquote him, deliberately.
Here’s a shot of Ray pledging, on his corned beef hash, that he wants me to misquote him in a blog post:
For all you know, I may have done this, already.
After sharing waffles with my fine friends Janet and Ray, I returned home and asked my boyfriend Michael if he would like to accompany me on a walk.
Michael waffled at first, as we discussed the details, but then we came up with a mutual plan.
Our first stop was the cat shelter in Cambridge, where we had gotten our cat Harley, last October. We saw this cat:
… who had a most excellent name:
Waffles’s nervousness reminded me of Harley’s, who — when he was in the shelter — did not budge from his side cubby, kind of like Simba, here:
Michael, yesterday, was non-waffling in his preference for Simba over all the other cats in the shelter, although he liked them all, including this one:
who had a most excellent name, too:
After we visited with all the shelter cats, we headed out toward some very scenic paths. On our way, we passed by some buildings that appeared in yesterday’s post:
Those kind of look like waffles, don’t they? I usually waffle about which of those three buildings are shorter — or taller — than the others. It’s really difficult to tell, from most perspectives.
Once Michael and I reached the walking/bicycling paths, we waffled on which path to take first, because there were so many to choose from. It didn’t really matter, because they all were interesting and beautiful:
As I was was taking that last shot, a magnificent blue bird, previously unseen by either of us, took off and flew away. I didn’t waffle for a second, and said, “It’s a blue heron!” Michael was astonished, and told me he had recently seen a nature show about how elusive these birds are. I replied I had seen quite a few, recently, in my walks near Boston, although I often waffle about my bird-identification expertise.
I hoped I might have caught that beautiful bird in my shot, but I was truly grateful just to see it.
What about you? If you see something special in that last photo, would you waffle about letting me know?
Besides the heron, Michael and I did see other creatures yesterday, who may have waffled about staying close to humans, but were still pretty easy to capture:
Wait! That’s not a real turtle. We didn’t see any turtles yesterday, but we saw this big fish:
… which we think was probably an alewife. We also saw a large family of ducks. Here’s my best shot of them:
Beyond a shadow of doubt, with or without waffles, I saw some marvelous things yesterday.
Well, it’s time to stop waffling about how to end this post.
Thanks to waffles (and wafflers) everywhere, to Janet and Ray, to homes (no matter what the details), to Michael, to Hope (and all other shelter cats), to Broken Tail Rescue, to the Alewife Brook Reservation, to beautiful birds and other creatures, to people who keep the peace (in any dimension), and a special thanks to you, no matter how much waffling you do.