Several things are happening tomorrow that I'm not at all excited about, not least of which is having to go to work, where certain recent events have managed to disgust me more than most of the pretty nauseating things of the past six months put together (not an easy feat). Most people don't look forward to Mondays, but tomorrow may be one for the record books.
So I'm going to spend a lot of tomorrow thinking about today. How I started the day with a couple hours of work at my food coop, and then went to Greenfield to meet the lovely Ms. Blue Eyes for brunch and lots of talk about Nicaragua, which I absolutely love and where she is about to embark on ten months of Fulbright grant research.
How I came back home and managed to squeeze in a bit of grad school application brainstorming - I wish I could call it "writing" but I don't think it counts if you end up with a blank page at the end, regardless of how many sentences you type and then erase in disgust in the meantime - before the Eight Foot Tall Man (I think he had another nickname at some point in this blog but I can't remember or find it) showed up, announcing that he'd just locked his keys in his car.
We spent a good amount of time laughing hysterically in my driveway while trying to maneuver a mangled wire coat hanger through his window frame to hook around the inside door handle. Which is not a bad way to spend half an hour, especially because it eventually WORKED! Making this the second successful car break-in in which I have participated in the past four months (though admittedly this one wasn't at the top of a remote mountain in North Carolina - you know who you are! - so there was less pressure).
And then we had a fabulous conversation about many things while I got a pot of chili bubbling on the stove, and then friends and more friends showed up for Potluck and Games Night, which has officially become my favorite night of the month because it involves my home, which I love, being filled with my friends, who I love. Which makes me feel, um... loved. Give and you shall receive, they say... I hope that's as true for everyone as it seems to be for me.
Because that is what will keep me going tomorrow. Because it makes everything else livable. Thank you, friends.
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I too had a wonderful Sunday filled with family and friends. Savor these great days for the really dumpy ones. When traveling, whenever we are at the "perfect spot" we stop to remind each other to capture the moment in our minds for when we return to the real world.
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