The Honeymoon Breakfast

Now, here’s a memory….

For our honeymoon we rented a rustic cottage surrounded by white birch trees on enchanting Laka Bala in northern Ontario. The hamlet of Bala with its lone general store was about a mile from the cottage and easy to reach by canoe or on foot. I felt like a King with his Queen. The next morning as the King came singing his way down the stairs and into the kitchen the King found his Queen preparing breakfast with a small dark cloud over her head where a crown should have been. I was greeted by my Queen with a world-shattering statement: “Yesterday”, my Queen said, “you made a decision at the grocery store about dinner. Don’t do that.” Let’s take a look at the sequencing of events. Notice my one act of decision making took place the day prior to breakfast. Deed said nothing about my error at the store, or on our walk back to the cottage. She waited. She waited until the next morning when I was coming down the stairs with a song in my heart. I was in an unguarded moment. Then she POUNCED. The King was never heard from again. Deed had arrived.