The electricity cut off on a beautiful Friday about a half hour before lunch. When Mom left the house to run errands, she called, telling me that she’d just passed by three utility trucks. At that point, I knew the electricity wouldn’t return for a while.
I’d moved from my home office to a recliner in the den to work on a writing project during the power outage. Once I came to a stopping point, I visited one of my favorite sushi restaurants. Although I was dressed like someone who worked from home and would later work out, I entered like I owned the place.
I ordered one of the lunch specials along with unagi (eel) sashimi. Usually, I’m a very fast eater, not really tasting my food, no matter how delicious it is. I’m tempted to say that I developed this habit when I was a teacher, but I’ve long since exited the classroom. I tried to savor my food, but I probably finished faster than the average person. Afterall, I had a good follow up activity.
About five minutes away, my mani-pedi salon awaited. I’d planned to drop by on Sunday, but when the opportunity presented itself, I took advantage. Although I usually like a nail color that contrasts more with my skin tone, I was in the mood for sparkling gold. Realizing that not all that glitters is gold, I jokingly told the nail tech that I wanted the color to bring me good luck.
At lunch and the nail salon, I could have imbibed an adult beverage. Yet, I saved my drinking for the evening Sip N Stretch class. This was my second time attending the event, but unlike the first time, I’d polished my silver chalice to sip from.
A poet friend had gifted me that chalice years ago. Since then, it had accompanied me to dinner parties, my birthday celebrations and as a practical, fancy way to limit my wine consumption during the COVID shutdown.
I couldn’t have planned the day better. The cherry on top was a short visit from my sister and her family who live out of town. Even though I missed the family dinner since I already had plans, I spent as much time with them as our schedules allowed.
The amount of time, in most cases, is less important than the quality of time. This beautiful day confirmed that notion since I enjoyed nine wonderful hours that involved selfcare and spending time with family and friends.