Dreaming of Donuts

On Monday, after making hospital visits to IU Methodist and Riley, I found myself dreaming of donuts.  Certain concoctions scrolled through my head:  the lemon filled, the toasted coconut, the chocolate frosted.  I passed several bakeries, including a now-vacant store front that used to be home to Crawfords bakery--directly across the street from Methodist on Capital Ave.

Crawfords was one of those family bakeries that I often visited as an aftershock--especially if I had made a visit in the hospice wing.  When one is dealing in death, a donut is a spirit-filled offering that raises hope as well as blood-sugar levels. 

I often dream of donuts when I'm driving, and I keep my eyes peeled for new opportunities.  I noted two bakeries on 86th street that I hope  to visit in the near future, and I've got them pegged on my GPS.

Strange as it sounds, I also find that I lose weight when I'm eating more donuts.  As I haven't eaten many donuts in the past two weeks, I've gained four pounds.

I've got to get back to my roots.  I've got to visit those new bakeries.

There's a donut waiting for me . . . and it's the one I keep dreaming about.