B.B. King was signing about how he gave her seven children and now she wants to give them back, while delicious smells were making their way to where I was. Normally Beloved leaves the blues to me, as he finds them too, well down beat. I enjoy the blues, especially while baking. It seems like Belovd was borrowing a page from my book. At least it seemed that way from where I was.
The reality was a bit different. Belived was in fact baking, oatmeal scones made with toasted oatmeal. What I was smelling was him toasting the oatmeal in the oven for the scones. The music? It seems that the online radio was stuck. On the station I listen to. Try as he might, Beloved was unable to get the station to change. He gave up and just got on with business of baking. Because it was a surprise. For me.
He hasn’t made these scones in forever and a day. But after a few less than stellar days of lupus news and symptoms, he decided I needed the scones. Not a peace-offering, just a means of helping me feel better. But what really made me smile more than the scones was Beloved signing to B.B. King. Because Beloved isn’t a blues singer, more opera than the blues so it makes for a bigger smile on my face. Because life is made up of these little moments filled with big smiles despite adversity and, well, the blues.