oh, tina! Do you have a Sookie book with you? A Pratchett? Maybe if you sneak into a bookstore, find an old favorite, and take that with you, it will be like eating with a friend. My dad hates eating alone, too -- but me, I like having a book with me and sitting for hours surrounded by strangers. I'd much rather, however, COOK for/with someone!
I have no qualms or embarrassment about sinking deep into my writing and journalling as if my life depended on it, while sitting in the middle of a crowded music club. Not even coming up out of that trance and realizing they're all staring at me like I'd sprouted a unicorn's wings and a Martian's antennae bothers me.
There's just something about eating alone. Food is about breaking fast, breaking bread together, sealing deals, engaging in diplomacy, strengthening the ties of friends and family. What's the point of eating without the social side of things?
And cooking with someone - that is the epitome of what food is all about.
It is, indeed. I have realized another, silly, reason I don't feel alone eating by myself at home.
Boo is often in whatever room I'm in. We keep a the plastic base of a small 2-piece cage in the living room, lined with newspaper, with a food and water bowl, and a kleenex box to hide in.
When I sit down to eat something - a meal or even a late night snack, if she sees me eating, she has to eat, too. She'll squeal indignantly until I bring her a vegetable treat, or if that doesn't work, will settle for the hay and pellets already there. But when I get something to eat, I automatically get a little something for her, too.
She doesn't drag it back into her box. She sits out there in the open, in front of god and everybody, as if she were pulled up to the table and sharing conversation.
They don't all do this, but my dad's guinea pig does it, too. :)
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I have no qualms or embarrassment about sinking deep into my writing and journalling as if my life depended on it, while sitting in the middle of a crowded music club. Not even coming up out of that trance and realizing they're all staring at me like I'd sprouted a unicorn's wings and a Martian's antennae bothers me.
There's just something about eating alone. Food is about breaking fast, breaking bread together, sealing deals, engaging in diplomacy, strengthening the ties of friends and family. What's the point of eating without the social side of things?
And cooking with someone - that is the epitome of what food is all about.
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Boo is often in whatever room I'm in. We keep a the plastic base of a small 2-piece cage in the living room, lined with newspaper, with a food and water bowl, and a kleenex box to hide in.
When I sit down to eat something - a meal or even a late night snack, if she sees me eating, she has to eat, too. She'll squeal indignantly until I bring her a vegetable treat, or if that doesn't work, will settle for the hay and pellets already there. But when I get something to eat, I automatically get a little something for her, too.
She doesn't drag it back into her box. She sits out there in the open, in front of god and everybody, as if she were pulled up to the table and sharing conversation.
They don't all do this, but my dad's guinea pig does it, too. :)
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