The other day my internet friend Margaret, writing in her blog Stargazer was telling about going to a movie, in a theatre, and the joy it gave her in spite of it being a kind of crummy movie.
I "dressed up" in nice leggings, a shirt and a pair of boots; I haven't made much of an effort to do that lately. I now realize that one of the gifts of the pandemic (of which there are VERY few) is that I appreciate and treasure these special times out whereas I used to take them for granted. Never again.
Well, that struck a chord with me because I had just had that kind of experience with Judy.
We decided to go out for lunch, in a restaurant, a few days ago.
It was one of the few times we had been in a dining establishment in, what is it . . two or three years?
As we often do we opted for a booth in the sparsely occupied bar and began with a preprandial Martini.
Now we don't drink Martinis often.
They're sort of reserved for special occasions.
But this felt like a special occasion.
And once the feelings of warmth and goodness spread over us the bar began filling up.
By the time we were ready to leave it was a rollicking, noisy crowd of people who all seemed to be having a great time.
Judy smiled at me and remarked how nice it was to see so many people eating and drinking and talking and laughing and just acting normal!
And I knew what she meant.
It was good.
