Monday, February 23, 2009

Debuting for Deb, It's Dangerous Driving for Donuts Day


It was one of those Saturday mornings, late, after the kid was long done with her breakfast, that we start foraging for treats to eat. The request came to me, as I looked down at my cat hair covered sweat pants…."Donuts! Didn’t you promise me donuts earlier this morning?" I swear he uses my menopause against me at times.


Changed into my jeans, and on my way out the door, I still don’t think I have completely wakened myself, nonetheless, I have a moment of freedom to look forward to, because I know it takes me at least 10 minutes to get to the donut shop. And hopefully I can shake this foggy brain of mine and clear my head.



I feel like I am behind a filter, bleary brained and all, as I drive along the winding road.


Even though it is daytime, as the sun comes into play I wince…

My view of the world numbs me.

I try to discern the reasons for my need to be… My yearning for a place of solitude and zen moments.

I contemplate the future, while trying to remember if I have learned from my past mistakes.

It seems my days blend into nights, and nights back into days…The Sun pierces my winsdshield, blinding me, now…


My eyes burn like a fierce solar storm that blows a headwind straight from Hades.
I am floating, in and out of a dreamlike state, while the rods in my eyes adjust to the changing rays that bombard me… the road I travel continues…

For all I know I am now lost...

Things are starting to look different outside…


A memory from somewhere inside me, a subconscious state floats around my car's sunroof, trying to escape into the morning air. It's like I have been here in a dream,

have I been here before?




No.


Suddenly the clouds start burning away, the birds now return,

along with my reason for being:


Donuts …
As I drive onward, my path becomes less obscured, and the sky is clearing, and My Contemplation now fades away, to be replaced with a Pavlovian condensation in the roof on my mouth.

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I arrive to find that the donut shop is completely stocked, unusual for a Saturday, especially unusual for a donut shop that has just added an extra dining room, now enlarging into the failed eatery next door. This donut shop also serves biscuits and gravy, very popular, though something I have yet to taste, ever. And this shop opens at 5:00 in the morning, to a daily crew that eagerly eats Cal's fresh donuts and gravy goodies.

Oh yes, it’s going to be a good day after all! I am usually left with the 'jimmy' covered, green iced, cake donuts; the donut assortment having been picked over between 5:30 and 8:00 in the morning.

Arms laden with boxes of donuts of every color and size, I walk out to the car.

Now, since I am not allowed to eat in my car, I take note that I have picked a good assortment of donuts, ones that melt in the mouth, ones that squirt red stuff, and even the ones that leave the maple icing in the corners of the mouth that I think I wiped off earlier.
Yes, I am not allowed to eat in my car, especially when driving. Nor am I allowed to eat sweet things around my camera…

They're my rules. So I can break them.


Now parked in a County Lot, I notice a cop watching me, like I am some kind of perverted freak. I guess I probably shouldn’t do this.
I should be home with my family right now….
Not parked out in some obscure location with this box of donuts on my lap…
My drive home was a little too quick, for my liking.


This is all that was left to feed my family.

~This Volvo Donut tour has been brought to you by Claybritt Images.
All names have been changed to protect the innocent donut eaters
everywhere.
Any resemblance to anyone you might think you know
is purely coincidental, and should be taken with a grain of sea salt.

8 comments:

GardenAuthor said...

Carol ~ I enjoyed the the ride, musings, photos and the donuts. (Cat hair covered clothing rang true!) The scenery was great, as was the description of that donut shop... I could smell those doughy delights, from here. Save me a honey-dip?

Well, I've gotta go attempt to remove blond dog hair from my navy, garden center sweatshirt, in time for Friday... I know I'm cutting it close, but I should be done by then. I'll bet it's 10 years since I had a donut... thanks a lot!/Deb

GardenAuthor said...

Carol... Left comments a couple of days ago, but had difficulty trying to submit them. Hope this goes through!

Loved this post so much, I had to share today, with my readers. I thoroughly enjoyed the dangerous donut driving, although I would be derelict did I decline to divulge that due to body density, I dare not dine on such divinely crafted, delicious doughy delicacies.... DDDDDeb

GardenJoy4Me said...

What a treat to read first thing in the morning ! I love your photographs girl ! And we have a doughnut called "Canadian Maple" from Tim's our premier doughnut shop .. you have to try one if you ever get the chance .. I am in love with your sky and trees ! : )

Shady Gardener said...

Deb posted and I reacted. I love the saga of the donuts. At least there were several left for your family. You have an interesting array of photos in your sidebar. I enjoyed my visit. :-)

Claybritt and The MisFits said...

It wasn't you Deb, it was me. After much deliberating, and delving into my doldrums, I decided to direct my diligent digits over to my donut blog, only to discover that the reason you didn't get posted and the delay of reading your comments directly under the donuts, was because I dallied around while my brain was disengaged, disconnected, and basically dribbling out one of my ears, distal end first. In other words I denied myself the decision to click the box and depress the the button that says display the dialogue on my blog. Oh the disdain I now must divulge to you: I wasn't paying attention to my duties as my own d-#&!@# comment moderator. However, I have now dispersed the discussions to the donut entry positionary location where they should be docketed without delay. Please excuse my disgretionary lack of decorum, but I had dahl for lunch and I am deliberating over a bout of doggoned duodenal discomfort, and my gut now feels a bit doughy.
That ought to do ya'. LOL
Happy Friday Deb!

Claybritt and The MisFits said...

Thanks for the comment Shady Gardener...Actually I ate several more donuts before reaching home that day. I was worn out after all of that shutter releasing and needed the caloric intake to revive me. My family only saw one (1) donut apiece, but then they do not deserve all those delicious delights... Like DDDeb said about body density (especially since our family lives on the combined weight system); I deduced that the remaining denizens in my dwelling no longer needed the discretionary dietary additives, since I had already digested the calories for the day as I denoted above.
I loved your comment!
danke!
Carol

Claybritt and The MisFits said...

GardenJoy4me,
I may just take you up on those Canadian Maple donuts someday. I do enjoy my donuts. And I love maple: trees, wood, sugar, syrup even streets named Maple.

Uh oh, donut cravings are coming again. Hopefully my hubby has a heavy bag of heavenly hand carried goodies on his way home tonight. Hopefully, he will not have hungered for 'my' hankering and hurries back without hesitation to deliver the sweets. I promise not to holler at him if he does though.
Off to your blog now and then to Shady Gardner's after that.

Thanks!
Carol

GardenAuthor said...

Carol ~ Two more comments left on my blog (about your post), 1 from Bobbie of almostthere.blogspot.com and 1 from Angie Ledbetter aka Gumbo Writer (angie-ledbetter.blogspot.com)

Your "d"-laden response to me was so clever and funny, that I read it to my mom (former school teacher), who loved the humor. I quit. You are the mistress of alliteration... I retire in defeat.

Were those ideas for fresh greens helpful? I'll let you know if I think of any others.