2017-08-04 / Commentary

Seize the hot dogs

I’m just saying...
Julia Rogers Hook

Since I woke up this morning and realized that it’s already August 1 of 2017, I’ve been thinking about how fast time really does fly.

It seems like it was only a couple of years ago when we were all going a little crazy about the birth of the new millennium and making big plans to greet the year 2000! Predictably, there were naysayers going on about the whole Y2K thing that would destroy technology across the globe and so, of course, the faithful were, not surprisingly, filling their various places of worship to pray for guidance, mercy, and compassion.

That was 17 years ago. And it’s gone by in a flash.

When it dawned on me the summer of ’17 was on its last month, I began to understand all those old sayings are true. We really should live each day to its fullest, and we should always remember yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.

I’m telling you…over my morning cups of coffee, I was in deep thought today. By that third cup, I was a changed woman.

So to celebrate my new lease on life, I made hot dogs for my husband Marty. That may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but I’m not exactly known for my cooking skills. But…it’s still summer, and Marty loves hot dogs, so I thought, why not? Let’s seize the day! Carpe Diem and all that!

This new attitude of mine tended to frighten Marty a little bit.

It was probably my delivery as I was pretty chipper, but he sounded pretty nervous when I called him and asked him if he’d like a hot dog dinner.

“Sure I would,” he said with a cough as he cleared his throat. “Why? Is someone coming over?”

“Nooo Marty…I just thought it would be a nice summer dinner…we could even eat by the pool if you want. We need to CELEBRATE LIFE Marty! I LOVE YOU!”

“Ok…I…um…love you, too,” he mumbled. “Um…Julia…where exactly are you right now?” I think he suspected I might be out with girlfriends day-drinking.

“I’m out running errands, and then I’m gonna swing by the market and grab some hot dogs. See you in about an hour, Sweetie…I LOVE YOU!”

I ended the call before I could hear his inevitable groans at the mention of my stopping at the store. Marty thinks that I over-shop, and he’s right. I try not to, but a sale is a sale. When I call him to say I’m “running into” the market, I can hear him cringing over the phone. He always figures my “stops” will result in his carrying in bags and bags of groceries, and they usually do. But in my defense, when they put paper goods and cleaning aides on a buy-one-get-one deal…you almost are FORCED to acknowledge it and stock up! The savings are just too big to pass up!

Marty will never understand this logic. In his mind, he has to become a “pack mule” and is forced to find places to store 30 rolls of paper towels, six or eight bottles of detergent, and countless rolls of toilet paper. He can’t see past that to how much money I’m NOT spending.

I have to say I even surprised myself on this trip. I literally went into the store, got JUST the things we needed for dinner which was barely enough to fill one of those cold bags! The bag wasn’t even heavy!

When I walked into the kitchen with my one little bag, Marty started out to the garage to “get the rest.”

“This is it, Marty. There’s nothing in the car.” I then hugged him and planted a kiss on his face.

“One bag? That’s all?” He was apprehensive.

“That’s it babe…now sit down and I’ll make the hot dogs!”

My poor husband…he was so confused. Not only did I just buy what we needed, I was actually COOKING, too! I know it’s hardly a gourmet meal to boil some hot dogs and heat up some chili, but for me, it was an epicurean extravaganza!

“This is great, baby,” Marty said as he scooped up some errant chili with a potato chip. What made you think of this?”

Finally! My opening! It was time to share my new outlook on life!

I started to elaborate on all of my pre-dawn ponderings on the swiftness of time and how I was going to live each day to the fullest and live out loud and go for the gusto and several other annoying little maxims. Just as I was warming to my story, I noticed my husband’s eyes had glazed over a bit.

“Are you listening to me, Marty?”

“Sure I am…could you pass the mustard please….”

Well. Ok then.

He may not be very attuned to the new me just yet, but when I come home with half a bag of groceries, and I actually cook stuff….THAT’S a banner day at the Hook house!

I think as part of my “new me” I’m going to sign us up for some couples’ activities. I wonder…should we try ballroom dancing or tennis first? This is going to be so much fun!

For me anyway.

I’m just saying…

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