Monday, March 19, 2007
( 9:43 PM ) teahouse
Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining
I was supposed to drive out of town to visit the Sister this weekend.
We had it all planned out - we were going to spend the weekend doing sister things - getting massages and facials, having tea, catching up on together-ness.
But alas, it was not meant to be. A huge Nor'easter blew in on Friday morning. It brought hail, wind, a foot of snow.
Driving on the highway was an exercise in attempted suicide. And the trains were all sold out and running 2 hours behind schedule.
So late Friday afternoon, I made the sad decision to stay home instead. Bleh.
I spent the weekend cruising the City with the Boy. Going out to eat, going to the opera and Carnegie Hall, sleeping late.
Of course, it wasn't as fun as hanging out with my Sis would have been. But charming in its own way.
If I had gone out of town, I wouldn't have gotten to see The Pirates of Penzance, seen an old guy in the audience wearing an eyepatch, and wondered, "Does he really have an eye problem or is he just getting really into the opera?"
If I had gone out of town, the Boy wouldn't have been at my place yesterday morning when I saw a DEAD MOUSE on the bedroom floor, and screamed and leaped 10 feet into the air.
He wouldn't have been there to scoop it up with a paper towel, throw it away and comfort me.
It was all little and gray and gnarly looking, and looked like it had died a long and drawn-out death.