The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Sunday, February 3, 2013

It's All Gravy

        Friday I was driving home, on a main drag wannabee, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted someone coming out of a building. It's always been a building that I never paid any attention to, in spite of me passing it twice a day. Is it an office? A tiny restaurant? A hardware store? Not sure, because there is no sign--at least not one that I've seen.

     Since this is the first time I saw any activity in front of this little stretch of a strip mall, my interest was piqued. And then I saw a sign painted on the glass door. This is what the gold letters said:

                       The Gravy Station

      And then I realized that the man coming out of that building was holding onto a huge tureen of...gravy? 

      Of course, that is not what it said. I'm not sure exactly what the sign said, and certainly that man was not cradling a vat of fatty gravy, but all the way home, I thought about how wonderful it would be if we could stop by--on our way home--and get a tub of gravy.

       You're going to make some mashed potatoes but are in the mood for something besides butter to dollop onto them? Stop by the Gravy Station.

       You're going to have some biscuits and eggs, but you're hankering for some gravy to ladle over those biscuits? Stop by the Gravy Station. (They've got several types to choose from, after all.)

        You're a bit blue, and want to take hunks of bread and sop up something rich and greasy? Stop by the...

        Well, perhaps it's a good idea there is not really a Gravy Station. But it was a pleasant daydream as I hurtled home.

        What kind of daydream has entertained you recently?
       

18 comments:

  1. I am currently daydreaming about May 13. The last scheduled day of the school year. And of the long summer stretched ahead of me. How I'm going to spend more time with my mom. Enjoy the last summer with Genius at home. Persuade The Pony to get up off the couch.

    Every weekend, I daydream about winning PowerBall or MegaMillions. However, since I don't always buy a ticket, it is not likely to happen. Too bad. I would buy a big farm for Hick to putter around on.

    Then there are the days when I just really wish I had some white gravy chock full of sausage particles to pour over some buttery biscuits.

    Perhaps I daydream too much.

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    1. May 13? I'm jealous.

      And I think daydreams can be the start of a story or an essay. Don't squash them or try to inhibit them. They might lead to something...

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  2. I love it! A Gravy Station!

    I can't share my daydreams. She'd kill me!

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    1. Fireblossom--From the number of love poems you write, we ALL know where your head (and heart) is...

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  3. I daydream about book signings. Of course, one must have a *book* so I daydream about getting a book contract, too. Of course, technically, one must have *written* a book, so I daydream about finishing a book.

    Any book, really. I'm not that picky. :-)

    And P.S. Catching up with everything in your world, so BIG congrats on all the books you're in (or will be in). 2013's looking good for you, Sioux. Yay!

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    1. Cathy--Today we can do a duet: Lovin' Spoonful's "What a Day for a Daydream."

      I also daydream of that day...when I get a contract, when I finish the book...

      And thanks. Although I don't think I walk the writerly walk as well as you do.

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  4. I'm daydreaming of The Mister, clad in an apron, cleaning like his life depended on it.

    As I start working from home tomorrow, and he's still looking for a job, it COULD happen - just like there could really be a Gravy Station.

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    1. Kim--When my Mister was out of work for 14 months, he went on one particular job interview and said, "If I don't get a job soon, my wife will kill me." They all laughed. He was the only one who didn't know it was NOT a joke.

      Have you seen the book--it's called something like "Women's Porn"--and it has pictures of men doing household things? For example, there is a picture of a man in an apron and he's saying, "Dear, I made you some Belgian waffles and cut up some fresh fruit. How would you like your eggs?" and a man with a mop saying, "After I clean the kitchen floor, would you like me to do a load of laundry?" (They're hilarious, much funnier than my recollection.)

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  5. The Gravy Station - love it. I think I could open up a place like that... NOT. I'm daydreaming of when I will be able to build a website without pulling my hair out.

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    1. Oh Lynn, you'll create a wonderful website, and we'll all be wishing we had the ability to pull it off.

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  6. Drive back by and let me know if they DO sell gravy and if so, I'll be right there.

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    1. And we can both belly up the gravy bar...

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  7. I thought you were serious about the Gravy store. After all, when the sign for the Honeybaked Ham store went up, I thought it was a joke.

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    1. Maybe I've discovered the way I can retire early from teaching and switch careers? I can be the owner of the first "Gravy Station."

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  8. My daydream is always the same. Waking up at the beach! :)

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    1. Aaah, you and Linda. Maybe you two should set up a writing shack on the beach? ;)

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  9. That is a great idea, gravy to go! I don't know about having a daydream like that, but here is a funny story from last night.

    I have been hankering for another dog, a small one this time. I haven't been told no, but I haven't actively pursued it much either. Last night when we were watching Law and Order, my husband (who has a crush on Olivia Benson) said that he sure did like the name Mariska. Thinking quickly, I said, well when we get our puppy, we can name it Mariska. (I was going to name it Talitha after my great-granny.) His eyes lit up that I was being so nice about naming our next family member after his secret-girlfriend, lol. I just might get my puppy!

    Kathy M.

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    1. Gravy to Go. That is an even better name than The Gravy Station. For the marvelous name, Kathy, I'll give you a few free tureens.

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