Sometimes, you gottah be a dork!
Sometimes it was mandatory.
You just had to be a dork!
It usually helped if you were so loaded up on caffeine you’re vision was blurry because your eyes were about spinning in your skull. This was the mental and physiological state that James Wilson found himself in while at home in the evening.
At least he was at home.
And no poor souls were immediately available to witness the staid member of the medical community’s antics.
It had been awhile, since he’d just been silly. Too much drama, too much stress, the break at the beach had been a God’s send but it had been over too quickly and more family angst had followed quick on its heels.
So, tonight he was being silly. He’d erased the 20 messages on his answering machine without listening to a single one of them and after an hour-long shower, had begun to make dinner. It was a recipe he’d been taught by a beloved adopted aunt type who was a strict vegetarian except in the case of some fish.
Including tuna.
The recipe had originally been for tofu but his Aunt S had relented and the tofu had been replaced with marinated tuna steaks. It was a stroganoff made with fresh green peppers, mushrooms and white wine. It was labor intensive and required constant vigilance but when it was completed… it was heaven on Earth for the tongue.
So, the evening found James Wilson in his kitchen, bare foot music absolutely blaring throughout the brownstone, Duran Duran’s Sunrise. He had a wooden spoon in his hand and was careening around his kitchen like an over stimulated ferret belting right along with the song but the volumn was up at a level that he couldn’t even hear himself.
Sometimes, Wilson loved his stereo system!
Spoon in hand like a microphone, Kai would have cringed in absolute shame at the spectacle the straight laced oncologist was making of himself as he sang,
Now the time has come, the music's between us, Though the night seems young - is at an end, Only change will bring you out of the darkness, In this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
It was warm that evening, one of the hottest evenings of the year so far and Wilson had only bothered to tug on one of his readanewspaperthroughit thread bare dress shirts over top a pair of extremely readnottobewornoutsideofthehouseeventomowthelawn cutoff shorts. He at least looked the part of the hyperactive rocker, save for the odd pause in the dancing and singing to go over and stir the sauce.
Wilson really did have a unique way of cooking.
Now the fireball burns, we go round together, As the planet turns into the light, Something more than dreams to watch out for each other, Coz we know what is means to be alive
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day enter your life, Feel the new day
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Wilson was making a large batch of the stroganoff, it actually kept quite well, all the delicious flavours melding together and reheating to a whole new taste sensation. The rich smells of the sauce filled the brownstone, the scent of the comfort food helping to dispel the last of the nightmarish images left behind by John’s visit.
Sometimes, you just had to look at life…
And be a dork.
You just had to be a dork!
It usually helped if you were so loaded up on caffeine you’re vision was blurry because your eyes were about spinning in your skull. This was the mental and physiological state that James Wilson found himself in while at home in the evening.
At least he was at home.
And no poor souls were immediately available to witness the staid member of the medical community’s antics.
It had been awhile, since he’d just been silly. Too much drama, too much stress, the break at the beach had been a God’s send but it had been over too quickly and more family angst had followed quick on its heels.
So, tonight he was being silly. He’d erased the 20 messages on his answering machine without listening to a single one of them and after an hour-long shower, had begun to make dinner. It was a recipe he’d been taught by a beloved adopted aunt type who was a strict vegetarian except in the case of some fish.
Including tuna.
The recipe had originally been for tofu but his Aunt S had relented and the tofu had been replaced with marinated tuna steaks. It was a stroganoff made with fresh green peppers, mushrooms and white wine. It was labor intensive and required constant vigilance but when it was completed… it was heaven on Earth for the tongue.
So, the evening found James Wilson in his kitchen, bare foot music absolutely blaring throughout the brownstone, Duran Duran’s Sunrise. He had a wooden spoon in his hand and was careening around his kitchen like an over stimulated ferret belting right along with the song but the volumn was up at a level that he couldn’t even hear himself.
Sometimes, Wilson loved his stereo system!
Spoon in hand like a microphone, Kai would have cringed in absolute shame at the spectacle the straight laced oncologist was making of himself as he sang,
Now the time has come, the music's between us, Though the night seems young - is at an end, Only change will bring you out of the darkness, In this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
It was warm that evening, one of the hottest evenings of the year so far and Wilson had only bothered to tug on one of his readanewspaperthroughit thread bare dress shirts over top a pair of extremely readnottobewornoutsideofthehouseeventomowthelawn cutoff shorts. He at least looked the part of the hyperactive rocker, save for the odd pause in the dancing and singing to go over and stir the sauce.
Wilson really did have a unique way of cooking.
Now the fireball burns, we go round together, As the planet turns into the light, Something more than dreams to watch out for each other, Coz we know what is means to be alive
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day enter your life, Feel the new day
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise, Put your hands into the big sky, You can touch, touch the sunrise, Feel the new day enter your life
Wilson was making a large batch of the stroganoff, it actually kept quite well, all the delicious flavours melding together and reheating to a whole new taste sensation. The rich smells of the sauce filled the brownstone, the scent of the comfort food helping to dispel the last of the nightmarish images left behind by John’s visit.
Sometimes, you just had to look at life…
And be a dork.