After those first few hard days of DST*, I’m always grateful for the extra light in the evening. Suddenly the end of winter feels cozy (me to winter: “you’re not so bad after all”) when my days aren’t cloaked in darkness on either end.
I would not do well in Alaska.
Today I had my first matcha latte. I met a friend for brunch, since brunch fixes everything and makes you strong. Being St. Patrick’s Day, I felt like the green latte was inevitable. I generally love matcha, but I wasn’t thrilled with that particular latte. I felt like I was cheating on coffee. All I could think about as I sipped the foamy green drink was how nice a hot breve flat white is. My friend is a fellow foodie and instagrammer who recognizes the need to stand up over the table to take 49 pictures before that first sip or bite. My photography skills are quite lacking so this is especially challenging for me. People at nearby tables must think I’m a phone-obsessed exerciser who keeps bobbing up and down.
After brunch, I went to my sisters’ apartment to take care of Tabby. Tabby is the one and only cat I’m not allergic to so far. It’s very odd. Cats are not my favorite but I grudgingly accept Tabby. He is solid white with a tail like a brontosaurus. His strong white tail knocked over and broke a glass French Press before I could react quickly enough to save it. (Me to sisters: “your cat is alive your French Press is dead please don’t leave me this long again”)
I also did various errands today which always, always take longer than they should. Drew had a break from school and spent time with a friend while I was brunching and then using 100 lint roller sheets to remove white cat hair from my dark wash jeans. The older kids stayed home to study.
At the end of the day, when brunch had worn off and I felt like a weak, regular human a friend from church called. What we were doing for dinner? Would we like to come over to their house for a traditional St. Patrick’s Day meal?
Since my dinner plan consisted of frozen chimichangas and we miraculously had a free evening, it was an easy and delighted yes. Seriously-that was the nicest thing. I really appreciate how they blessed us-it was the best of times!
As the Irish say-
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
A farewell and a blessing,
*Daylight Savings Time, aka Week That Royally Messes Up Kids’ Sleep & Moods