I've got Sunshine
Last night was spent surrounded by my very good friend and a group she helped organize of intelligent, out-spoken, powerful women who manage several at risk youth programs in the Syracuse NY area. It was an honor to be at the table with this group of women.
Some exciting news to come about the Books for Change project, finding it hard not to *squee* and share but I can't yet. Patience is difficult for me.
After this intellectually stimulating meeting we walked through downtown Syracuse to my car and we happened by the sound of a piano player with a soothing voice and decided to throw caution to the wind and go inside-okay so we are always doing eating things by the seat of our pants. Saturday we ate Indian food at a small place in Saratoga we happened to spot while lost trying to find our way home. I know we were both hoping it would help, but last week we were both sad and it was hard to smile.
Last night we were something else, not happy, but not sad. Hopeful. We were escorted to the bottom floor (i.e. basement) down a modern winding staircase, simplistic design or not a winding staircase is always romantic for me and hints of excess, the wall was rough stone and it was mostly candle lit- giving off the feel of being somewhere else.
And then suddenly normal came. It felt like that moment after a sigh. It's been a long time since I've felt like that person, like me. To see my friend vibrant and to hear her say, "I feel happy, not happy happy but happy right now. Lets run away so I can keep this for a while." Of course we both know that's not possible. But maybe for an hour or two we did. We laughed so hard we cried. We cried so hard we laughed. We ate very small portioned but excellent French cuisine and cursed all French women for being thin because we know their secret. We ordered extra plates of various things I can't spell or pronounce correctly after eating our first two plates. My mouth is still watering. Truffles. mmmmmm Then we got the bill. No groceries for the family for a month. We will be eating macaroni and cheese and raman noodles. I'm kidding just a week or maybe two. So worth it. Right kids?
Some exciting news to come about the Books for Change project, finding it hard not to *squee* and share but I can't yet. Patience is difficult for me.
After this intellectually stimulating meeting we walked through downtown Syracuse to my car and we happened by the sound of a piano player with a soothing voice and decided to throw caution to the wind and go inside-okay so we are always doing eating things by the seat of our pants. Saturday we ate Indian food at a small place in Saratoga we happened to spot while lost trying to find our way home. I know we were both hoping it would help, but last week we were both sad and it was hard to smile.
Last night we were something else, not happy, but not sad. Hopeful. We were escorted to the bottom floor (i.e. basement) down a modern winding staircase, simplistic design or not a winding staircase is always romantic for me and hints of excess, the wall was rough stone and it was mostly candle lit- giving off the feel of being somewhere else.
And then suddenly normal came. It felt like that moment after a sigh. It's been a long time since I've felt like that person, like me. To see my friend vibrant and to hear her say, "I feel happy, not happy happy but happy right now. Lets run away so I can keep this for a while." Of course we both know that's not possible. But maybe for an hour or two we did. We laughed so hard we cried. We cried so hard we laughed. We ate very small portioned but excellent French cuisine and cursed all French women for being thin because we know their secret. We ordered extra plates of various things I can't spell or pronounce correctly after eating our first two plates. My mouth is still watering. Truffles. mmmmmm Then we got the bill. No groceries for the family for a month. We will be eating macaroni and cheese and raman noodles. I'm kidding just a week or maybe two. So worth it. Right kids?