- Fri Nov 18, 2016 12:48 pm
Mitch has never been fond of getting up to meet the sunrise. In spite of this, I forced him to endure two successive early-morning wake-up calls after his long flight from Austria, but promised that I'd let him sleep in on Saturday.
I got up at roughly 8:00 AM and started making breakfast.
The first thing I noticed was that I'd purchased a bag of coffee that wasn't really coffee.
It was all I had, so I brewed up a pot, sampled it, and vowed that going forward I would always grab a pair of reading glasses before heading out to purchase coffee.
I then cleared a spot on our little dining room table and took the eggs and the butter out of the refrigerator so they could come to room temperature. During his last visit I learned that there are few things that annoy Mitch more than being presented with cold, hard butter to spread across his toast.
I fried up some bacon, some breakfast sausages, and some potatoes, put it all in the oven, and set it to a low temperature in order to keep it all warm.
I took out some bread and put it next to the toaster and set up a pan on the stove for the eggs. Then I cracked a beer, went out on the front porch, and fired up what was left of my cigar from the previous evening.
It was 9:00 AM.
By the time 10:00 AM rolled around, I'd finished my cigar and was sipping my third beer of the morning.
At 11:00 AM I ate my half of the bacon, sausage, and potatoes.
Three minutes before noon Mitch finally rose from the dead.
"Have we any coffee?"
"There on the counter," I said.
He poured himself a cup, added some milk, smelled it and said, "What is this?"
I showed him the bag and he said, "Right. Well I know what needs to be done with this."
He then emptied his cup into the sink and said, "That is definitely some one star shit, mate. Any chance we could go out and grab a cappuccino?"
"As you wish."
On the way to town we got delayed by a southbound train pulling dozens of cars loaded with lumber.
When we got back to the cabin I pulled Mitch's share of what I'd already cooked out of the oven and said, "Are you ready for some eggs?"
"Not really, mate. Just leave that there and I'll come back to it after we've fished for a bit."
"As you wish."
On our way out we were delayed by a northbound train pulling dozens of cars loaded with empty trailers.
On the road.
Mitch getting ready.
Me getting ready.
"So Mitch, did you bring a wading staff today?"
"Yeah mate, it's here on my belt."
The staff remained secure in its holster as he stepped into the river and worked his way upstream, which leads me to believe that they are little more than fashion accessories in Austria.
Mitch had a couple of takes right off the bat.
Then he went swimming and spooked every fish in the run.
Mitch was not pleased.
We stopped at the local grocery store on our way back to the cabin.
I let Mitch buy the coffee.
Then we went to the coffee shop, where Mitch purchased a twenty-ounce cappuccino (with two sugars). Which doesn't make him gay.
Back at the cabin, I asked Mitch if he was ready for his breakfast.
"You can probably bin that, mate."
"As you wish."
I put out some snacks...
... while Mitch put yet another chair in front of the fire...
... and I wondered what we'd have to sit on if this trend continued.
My friend Wayne and his wife Myrna pulled up as we were relaxing on the front porch with an evening cocktail, and the four of us ended up going out to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant.
Mitch ordered a Mexican Caesar salad.
He gave it one star.
Back at the cabin he had me call ironman so that he could once again chew him out for not being there to cook for him.
Then he said, "So how long are you planning to stay in Oregon?"
"I'm heading home Wednesday morning."
"Well who's to look after me once you're gone?"
"I've no idea."
"Get peebers on the phone and tell him to get his arse out here."
I placed the call, but it went straight to PBR's voicemail.
We poured ourselves another cocktail and had some fun with hats while waiting for Heero to arrive...
... and at some point after that I fell asleep on one of the couches in the living room while watching a movie.
When I woke, Mitch was fast asleep on the other couch.
I left him there and went to bed.