It’s Friday Eve and my foster daughter had a visit with her mom meaning I was on my own for dinner with plenty of time to go out to a restaurant and eat a meal all on my own. I started thinking about the perfect place for an evening meal. A fancy place? A fast food place? Something in between?
Of course, those of you who followed my grief blog may recall the difficulty I had in coming to grips with solo-dining. Prior to getting married, I dined alone without care and without sadness. But once widowhood set in, dining alone was no longer a choice—it was [to be melodramatic] like a life sentence. Lunch on my own is no problem: Just take a book and folks will think you’re just on lunch break from the office. But dinner on my own? Well that just says I don’t have anyone to dine with!
Anyhow, I thought and thought and thought about where to go do dinner but I realised that I didn’t want fast food, the fancy places would be reminders that I don’t have a dinner date, and the family places would be reminders that I don’t have a [traditional] family. Plus that, watching happy couples and/or happy families would just make me want to be sick or make me cry.
So, what’s a girl who’s boycotting Pizza Hut to do?
And the answer is to stop off at The Green Frog for pizza-to-go [the Sparky and Lola, again] on the way home. Not only is it better pizza than Pizza Hut, but it’s just 10 miles from home (as opposed to Pizza Hut’s 25 miles) so the pizza won’t be as cold when I tuck in.
Yes, I know that one day I will need to dine solo again. I guess that tonight just wasn’t the right night.