Today was filled with some happy events. First off, it's Eve's birthday, so hope you are having a lovely one, bella. I sent tulips to her office, and she promptly called me.
"Do you like flowers on your piano?" she asked, sort of stifling a giggle.
"Huh?"
Maybe the punchline is inappropriate to post here, given that I am now acutely aware of a potentially different audience. But I'll say this, the line did involve the words "tulips" and then "organ." Discuss.
j. and I were finally able to meet for lunch. The walk over was scenic, even idyllic. I passed by roses. I passed by Cafe Pinot. I went around the Central Library, with greenery and park benches that seemed out of place in the sprawl. At the top of the stairs, I met him at McCormick and Schmick's. Service was speedy, food was filling. Looking back, however, the mustard cream sauce with the salmon and penne was just too rich.
He made me laugh, quite a lot. I told him about my frustrations and, as usual, he made light of them. I fretted, and he drolly said, "Well, that's cute." I never would have thought so, but it certainly did make fretting a much more charming affair. Walking back to work, I was still laughing.
In the more frantic moments of the day, I plug Liszt or Bach into my ears and stare outside the window. I think of cupcakes or Pilates classes or fried chicken or driving through Tuscan roads listening to Natalie Imbruglia. Then I can turn back around and crank out some discovery or some motion. I could not get through a day without music.
It's weird to think that every day, I am figuring something out that will only be realized months and years from now. Every moment, I am living something to be looked back on with either a warm or rueful nostalgia. Everybody says that it is best to be patient, because when you really have to do something -- you will.
Joni said it best, I really don't know life at all.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 6:19 PM
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