Spill the wine

My dearest readers, I am so grateful for you and so very humbled by your likes, comments and appreciation. I feel compelled to give you an explanation of my tardiness in respect to my daily personal blogging challenge.

Well… I was finally headed for some much needed personal recoup time last weekend at my home in Amherstburg, Ontario when Sarah, my friend recovering from her triple bypass told me she had 30 bottles of homemade Italian Rossa wine she could no longer drink – the heart attack and all. She gifted me these bottles.

The reality is I am not a wine connoisseur, that said, I had to come up with an idea for the consumption of this gift! I pondered some and came up with what I thought was a perfect solution: a mix of PC Peach Mist stevia sweetened water to adjust the, according to my taste buds, acrid taste of wine! I sampled my concoction and found it pleasant; neither tartly overbearing or sticky sweet.

On Sunday I cooked my personal recipe of meatloaf. My technique replaces bread crumbs for the awesomeness of oats! Oats are exceptionally healthy and the wolfing down of this meatloaf is virtually guilt-free! My husband, overcome by the aromas wafting around his recliner, put down his television remote and came into the kitchen.

I, as has become my usual ritual, was perched on my kitchen stool at our island table. I clicked on the The Daily Post and read my first missed Daily Prompt. The word amused me as I had in mind to use the leftovers to make each of us a meatloaf sandwich for lunch the next day. As I envisioned the photo I would take to use as my Featured Image my authoring screeched to a horrific halt!

My husband, smiling tenderly at me, had turned casually to place two dinner plates on the table and that is the moment it happened, my laptop drowned in a flood from the overturned tall glass of Peach Mist Italian Rossa. I watched in horror as the plates in his hand bumped into my drink tipping it over onto my laptop. It seemed as though time slowed to a snails pace as my hand feebly reached in futile attempt to avoid the collision and I witnessed the screen turn deathly black. It didn’t happen instantly but instead the screen darkened from the centre outwards to it’s ultimate demise.

Frantically I overturned my laptop and rushed it to the kitchen drainboard in hopes of resuscitation. My dear husband tenderly pulled me into his arms, apologizing. “Oh, don’t feel that way.” I gently chastised him, as I said, “I knew better than to have liquid near my laptop. I have the honour of now wearing the dunce cap.” Barry asked, “What do you mean?” I said, “It is my rule at work there are no food or drinks around the keyboards at the computer stations.”

My laptop remains in hospital and I have not yet received a prognosis. In the meantime, my son Carlos, ever understanding and generous gifted me his old Macbook Air so I can continue to write.

©Zora Zebic 2016

 

 

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