Maybe you can relate to my latest
First Monday column.
Have you ever had the week from
hell and it’s only Monday? That’s how I felt. I needed something to ease my
nerves. My usual approach to restoring my equilibrium wasn’t an option. I’d
already had so many baths that my fingers were permanently pruney. The next
best calming tactic was cooking. There’s something about chopping, dicing, and
simmering. But my husband headed me off. Please, not another pot of soup, he
said. That only leaves shoe shopping, I told him. He tossed my purse over to
me. I was surprised he preferred another pair of shoes in the closet to another
pot of soup on the stove, but who was I to question it.
Truthfully, I needed to get out
of the house. On the nicer weather days, I’d been holed up in my office, more
commonly referred to as my nest. My work was now finished but I was nursing a
headache that refused to stay away. And I’d been in pyjamas for days.
I dressed and climbed behind the
wheel for the hour’s drive. It would clear my head, give me some fresh air, and
a brand new pair of shoes.
I was already in a better frame of mind when I pulled up to the curb in front of my favourite store. It didn’t have the outcome I’d expected. The shoes I liked didn’t fit, and the ones that fit I didn’t like. Determined to stay upbeat, I remembered the chocolate shop just up the street. It’s fact that chocolate is