On another front, the grocery store was out of a number of things, and I couldn't find any pecan rice to make my pecan rice turkey stuffing, although maybe that didn't matter because I couldn't find the recipe for my pecan rice turkey stuffing either. Now, in the fancy produce market, the "fresh" turkey I had ordered and just picked up was mostly frozen, with only a limited time before Thanksgiving to thaw it, and clementines, those seedless tangerine-like things that are a favorite fruit of mine, were outrageously priced at$7.99 per crate. Life, I thought, is a bear.
Then I heard someone say, "Excuse me, but aren't you Dr. Neonatal Doc?" The speaker looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her or put a name with her face. "I'm Jane Doe," she said. "I worked in the special care nursery when you were at St. Mordecai's Hospital." I remembered, and we had a nice chat. She was now enjoying retirement.
Before we parted, she said to me "You know, I just wanted to let you know that I thought you did a great job in the nursery." I thanked her, and she went on. "You were always so," she paused, searching for the right word, "so...appropriate." She made my day. Then, on my way out of the market, I found a bottle of a favorite German wine, a Piesporter, for the ridiculously low price of four dollars per bottle. Things were really looking up.
Now, as I think of it, I'm not certain what it means to be appropriate, but I'm sure it's better than being inappropriate. I think I'll have a good Thanksgiving, even without the pecan rice.