Not that I didn’t love our trip
Every moment filled to the brim with pulsating energy even in the silence.
Wondering what next?
Yesterday’s adventures overshadowed by something new- maybe not better- just different.
Only stopping for deep, syncopated sleep, rhythms following the beat of the night.
Rising, slowly, groggy, anticipating whatever comes our way.
Knowing this day will again be too short to do this city justice.
Activity: Watching the underdog team play in Round 1 of March Madness
Setting: Local college pub- first-timers
Characters: Son- underdog alum Husband- would rather be home watching anything else Friendly fans of the opposing team- strangers turned acquaintances Bar regulars- enjoying the game or just there for the fun
When my son was a college junior, his basketball team made it into the Big Dance for the first time in decades. Because the tournament fell during spring break, we, his parents and sister, got to share this exciting event with him. We crossed the street to a neighborhood restaurant and rooted his team on with margaritas and nachos. What a sacrifice! While they didn’t win that year, hey, at least they got to put on their dancing shoes.
Flash forward to the next year: same scenario, same formula for success. But this time, they were victorious in Round One. Convinced that our specific support led to this success, we repeated our charm for Round 2. Again- a win! The team soon became the Cinderella story of the tournament. Our outdoor picnic bench might not have been as fancy as the coliseum seats, but the four of us coached the team through the next two winning rounds. The team lost one game away from the elusive Final Four, but we KNEW the results were thanks to our routine.
The next year, the team, under the management of a new coach, didn’t make it into the bracket.
But this year…They’re baaaaaack. And last night, we figured it was time to start a new viewing ritual. That’s where the college pub comes in. It was one of those spontaneous evenings that can’t be planned. Sharing a table with the other team’s fans and coming out with new neighborhood friends. Savoring new culinary offerings and even better, a variety of new brews. Lamenting the chaos that is our government. Sharing time with my now-graduate, listening to his dreams for his future. Yelling aloud as the tight game went off the rails in the last 5 minutes.
We didn’t win the game, but I certainly got a win for memories made.
Walking through Time Square this brisk afternoon, Frozen snowman catapults his dingy felt costume at me. In a squeaky, taunting voice, he/she/it demands a picture. This attack was followed closely by a crazy red fur giant that was supposed to resemble Elmo. Waving both his matted, fur-covered arms at me and bobbing his head back and forth, I felt like I was in a nightmare from some comedy sit-com. Even more disturbing were the reluctant characters- maybe in training? Head half on and half off, the illusion of fantasy totally shattered. Behind them were the gilded and greened Statue of Liberty’s vying for my money and attention…mostly money. Every one of these costumed workers seemed to be covered with a thin veil of grime. I hope they are able to earn what they need. Characters that should make me smile just made me sad.
It doesn’t really matter what you do
It can be productive…or not
Refrain from tracking where you go
As long as to your heart you are gentle
Search not just for what pleases your senses, looking outside of and into
Ignore the “ness” of this and that
See only what is good
Slip into the comfort of the night
Do not go gentle into that good night. Dylan Thomas
My daddy would always agree,
That truthfulness must be the key.
His thoughts were his words.
Right and wrong never blurred.
I wish this he had passed on to me
Double-checking lodging details
Have to go to the bathroom!
Decided to slice the moment to keep my mind off my discomfort
Still on hold
Still have to go
Am confident it will be any minute now…now just hopeful
Thankful I’m the only one in the house
Resolution to all three of my problems
Because now I figured out what to slice today!
I’ve lost the source for this idea and don’t have time to find it again, but the premise behind it is to encourage us to see the good things that happen in our lives. Each day, we are challenged to write a slice-like entry about something in our every-day lives that is amazing. So with this in mind, today I realized that avocado toast is just that.
It was that weird time of day, too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. I was tired of my go-to breakfast of an egg sandwich with Canadian bacon and shredded cheddar. Assessing the contents of my fridge, I spied that last avocado hiding behind the left-over asparagus. OUt came the sourdough bread and hard-boiled eggs. As I toasted the bread, guaranteeing a warm, crisp base for my treat, I sliced the perfectly-ripened flesh of the pitted fruit, not even needing to mash it as I prepared the essential ingredient. Once this layer was complete, I readied the perfectly-boiled egg- the firm yolk a lemon yellow- delicately aligning each piece on the awaiting green delicacy. I added just the right mix of salt and pepper to the top and a cup of coffee for the perfect meal. As I sat on the couch, watching my Sooners attempt an upset in the basketball tournament, I paused, closed my eyes, and allowed the mixture of my toast to linger on my tongue…truly amazing.