Good morning! Hope you had a nice weekend.
It was an enjoyable one here. Started with dinner at our fave local place Friday night—scored great bar seats after only a short wait—and then proceeded to enjoy the company, good vibes, food, and drink.
Saturday we went to The Gahdin for a Bruins matinee and on the ride in my nephew’s GF texted to confirm that we were going to the game (we had talked about it when we saw them for Thursday’s impromptu pizza dinner); they had just accepted an offer of tickets. We didn’t get to pregame together at Porters where we ate or at Sullivan’s Tap where we popped in for a beer, but in a stroke of very good fortune they were seated in the very same section as we were, a few rows back, over our left shoulders. So we met up with ease before the game started and chatted between periods. Our great luck continued when the “kids” had no plans that evening and asked about going out after the game. So we walked to Hahvid Gahdins for dinner and drinks and general merriment. It’s so fun when these unplanned treats/awesome coincidences present themselves and it’s always enjoyable getting a smart, youthful perspective on things like life, and really living it. It added fuel to the fire that is the existential crisis of my life right now, and despite the associated ongoing emotional upheaval it leads to, I’m grateful for an alternative perspective to inspire how I think about things. Also, it’s always easier to swallow a bitter pill when you know that the people dispensing it are doing so out of unconditional love—they believe your happiness matters most of all. They gave me a lot to think about, and I’m appreciative of it.
Oh, and the Bruins won big, 5-1 over the Penguins.
All in all I was so happy it kinda took the sting out of the hour I lost that night while I slept.
On to my haiku, aka Monday Maiku:
Sun shines bright and long. Warms and lights both hearts and souls. Dawning, though at dusk.
Admittedly, losing an hour of sleep is disorienting. But you know what else is disorienting? Trying to figure out why it’s sleep we lose and not awake time. Yeah we lose an hour but I didn’t have to set an alarm clock, and I still got the same amount of sleep, presumably. Didn’t I?
Can’t I choose where to flush the hour?
Anyhow, here I am today, double-disoriented, thanks to that one lost hour and an overactive, hyper-literal brain. 🤦🏼♀️
But like last night, when tonight rolls around and I get a whole other day out of the day after 5pm, when I’m not counting the minutes until it’s dark and I can put on my pajamas…well, it really is—as they sing in Aladdin—a whole new world.
(Also, did you check your smoke and CO alarms this weekend? If not, please do. Pop in on and do the same for relatives or neighbors who might not be able to do it themselves. You may end up a hero, and the life you save may be your own.)
I hope by the time we meet next week you’ve recovered from the lost hour and are enjoying your bonus daylight.
Thanks for finding time in all of your busy lives to be here with me—I appreciate it, and you. So much. Keeping it short to help you make up for that lost time, and because I ran a bit long on Friday. 🤣
Have a great week.
Love you too.