Jam

 




Sweet syrup sitting on the table. The waitress brings it with the pancakes and cornbread. We love to sit at the crowded table at Joseph's and eat the butter-soaked pancake. The noise inside makes your head vibrate. This place is so busy the line stretches out the door and down to Main Street. It is a popular Sunday breakfast spot. It should be. They have the lightest and fluffiest pancakes in the city. Their red bliss home fries are pretty damn good too. 


I miss going there. For the past year, we have not eaten inside a restaurant due to the pandemic. I cannot remember the last time we had breakfast at Josephs's as a family. I know the last fast food sandwich I had was a Big Mac at McDonald's the day we brought Cal home from the shelter. Since then we have ordered pizza a couple of times, Marios a couple of times, and Chinese food probably a dozen or more times. Also Mexican maybe three times. But sit inside? Nope. 


They are progressing with opening things up in the state. Even though the total cases as of right now are higher than they were in the spring. But people are tired of being stuck at home. The kids' mental health is declining. I think everyone in the world is seeing mental health take a hit. 


What I wouldn't give to have a jam in the basement with Pete and Brad. It has been almost two years I think since the last time we did that. Time flies when you hide in fear of a deadly virus. Potentially. They like to say that. I think it is to keep the masses from panicking and then the machine would totally break down. Then they would be in a jam. Right now they have enough toeing the line. Life continues on. Just keep passing out those stimulus checks. Keep bringing the jam to our table. We like our sugar, daddy. Spread it on the bread and circus so we do not break our little heads. 


I think there has been a major lost opportunity. We have been stuck as a family for over 350 days now. What have we learned? What have we done to grow together? We have had our moments for better or for worse. The basement is still a mess. We did get the shed organized. The dining room is still a mess. We did get the front and back porches repaired and painted. The bedroom is still a mess, but we did get the roof leak fixed. Yin and Yang. The butter and the jam. Spread it on sugar, spread it on. 

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