I was going out to the garden to grill a steak and knocked over my easel. “Shit!” How am I supposed to deal with that mess?! I’m too hungry, even though the steak is not for me. It’s for Max. I know, I know, I spoil him. It’s easy to do when he looks at me with those soft brown eyes.
I have some veggies I’m going to grill, too. Asparagus, red peppers, onions, mushrooms, corn on the cob and a couple of veggie brats. And I have peaches, pineapple and watermelon to grill for dessert. I just have to make sure I cook his steak on one side of the grill and the veggies on the other. I can’t stand the taste of meat tainting my food. As I said, Max is special to me. He has me doing things I’d never do for anyone else. He’s stayed with me through all of it. Every class, every contest, every show, every disappointment. So I owe him a lot. And steak is his favorite.
We’re grilling because it’s so nice outside and we love to be in the garden. Hence the reason my easel is out here. It’s my latest effort to emulate Monet. Although my little garden here in the city is pretty small compared to the vast estate Monet had at his doorstep. Still, I’ve planted as many flowers as I can and tried to blend them so they don’t overshadow one another. Although that red rose doesn’t look very happy…. never mind I’ll have to take care of it another day.
Distractions are easy. I have to do one thing at a time. As you can tell I can’t walk and carry a plate of food without knocking something else down. Now where was I? Oh yes! Grilling. The charcoal is ready. The grill is clean. I lay everything out on the grill. The veggies are mostly on kabob skewers. The asparagus is in a grilling basket. And the steak is small — half a pound will be two meals for Max. I’m leaving the fruit until after the veggies are done so there’s room on the grill.
OK, now to pick up my easel and all the spilled paint. Luckily I prefer watercolors so the paint will wash off the flagstones with the rain I feel in the air. As I look at the canvas I realize it’s now textured. It was still wet enough that it picked up small bits of gravel and dirt and a couple feathers. And it looks… good. It looks just fine. The bits it picked up have added texture – not the usual for a watercolor and that’s okay. I set everything back up and head back to the grill in time to keep the food from burning. Max doesn’t really care if I burn his steak, but I try not to add that many carcinogens to his diet. (Yes, I did marinate the steak to reduce the creation of those compounds. What kind of person do you think I am?)
As I pull the veggies and the steak off the grill I feel the first drops of rain. I grab the plate of food and my easel and head inside. Max grins and wags his tail.
I’ve got a good feeling about this painting. I’m going to enter it in a contest tomorrow. I think it’s going to be a winner.
Story-A-Day Challenge is courtesy of Forward Motion for Writers http://www.fmwriters.com/
Thanks to D Anthony Brown http://danthonybrown.me/ and Mary C Sutton for the challenge and the company while I wrote.