I had a great day yesterday. It was Thursday. A day that I don’t work as a bookkeeper. A day that I get to spend some time by myself, run some errands, do a little writing, a little laundry and some house cleaning. And that makes me happy.
Plus, I have been sick for the last week. And yesterday was the first day that I felt markedly better. It was only a cold but one that lingered. And one that was complicated by the fact that I took a generic version of Nyquil on Sunday night, in hopes of getting a good night’s sleep, and felt drugged for two days. Never again.
So my Thursday went like this:
Both of my kids woke up in good moods. They ate healthy breakfasts and went off to school, happy and on time. My daughter was even ready early, a feat that doesn’t happen very often. She is not a morning person.
I cleaned the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom, did 3 loads of laundry, had two cups of coffee and showered, shaved, washed and blew dry my hair.
All before 10:00 am!
Then I drove downtown to see my favorite Russian-born esthetician. Got an eyebrow and bikini wax (semi-brazilian, if you must know). It had been a while since I had seen Anjela and when I left her, I felt a few years younger and a few pounds lighter. And the valet parking was free.
I drove home and made myself lunch. Ethnic Gourmet’s Chicken Tikka Masala, from the frozen food section at my Publix. Not bad for lunch out of a box. The sodium content was a little high but that’s to be expected. (I love Indian food. I’m having it again today for lunch but this time at a restaurant.)
I sat down with my mildly spiced lunch and read both my local paper and the New York Times. I love the Times’ Thursday Styles and Home sections. They’ve been running this series where they match apartment dwellers with small budgets looking to upgrade their interiors with designers willing to volunteer their services. The end results have been creative and attractive. Reading the articles makes me look around my house, complete with the 15 year-old, first marriage, green tapestry, queen-size pullout sofa bought for my 950 square foot Manhattan apartment, and wish that someone would do that for me. But I digress.
My doorbell rang and it was my friend from down the street, my partner in anti-crime, bringing me over a bottle of Fabuloso cleaner, the purple one with the lavender scent. We had been talking about it earlier in the week and I said I wanted to get some to try now that I’m cleaning my own house. But she surprised me with it. And I can’t wait to try it. It smells great.
Then I picked my daughter up from school. She did her homework without my nagging and ate a nectarine for a snack instead of candy. The two of us went to our local public library, which always makes me happy. Going to the library is one of my favorite things to do. All those books, for free. Well, kind of free. And the librarians are so nice. My daughter got a few books. I picked out some for my son by reading the jacket covers while pretending I was a 13 year-old boy. My daughter read one of her picks the whole ride home. And I didn’t try to interrupt her. I know what it’s like to not want to stop reading.
My son had gotten a ride home from school with our carpool. My husband was also home. He had taken the day off and gone to a golf tournament to follow a friend who was competing. He was walking the course with our doctor friend who forgot to put his beeper on silent. The beeper went off right as Trevor Immelman was trying to putt out of a sand trap. That didn’t go over too well but getting publicly admonished by Immelman’s caddy makes for a good story.
So there we all were, home at 4:30 on a Thursday afternoon. The kids sitting at the kitchen counter reading their new library books. Husband napping on the circa 1995 tapestry couch. And me finishing the day’s newspapers. No siblings fighting, no TV on. Heavenly quiet.
Shortly after, the kids got picked up (Thursdays are the nights that my kids go to their dad’s house). I woke my husband up for a little post-wax afternoon delight. Going to see Anjela is not cheap and I have to get my money’s worth.
Another shower, a cocktail and then out to dinner with four of our favorite people at one of our favorite local restaurants. The food was great, the conversation was fun and we laughed more than most people do in a week. The tall foreign friends gifted my husband with a large orange jumpsuit that is usually worn while loading and unloading yachts on and off the decks of large cargo ships. I’m not sure why they gave this to him. They probably told me but I don’t remember because we had already finished the bottle of wine. But he wore it to work this morning. Even though he doesn’t work at the Port. I think the customers in his restaurant will get a kick out of it.
The day, and night, ended with me turning the heat on in the house (the low was supposed to be 39 degrees), washing up, putting in my retainers and crawling into bed with my husband. I fell asleep feeling happy, healthier, a little buzzed and sexually satisfied. And people want to know what I mean when I say I’m “Happier Than Most”.