This week has been inordinately busy . . . and it’s only Thursday. Still, more than one small pleasure has arrived when I least expected it. And they made my packed calendar feel less packed.
I had my first piano lesson in six months. The break was by design, as I’d decided to take some time off from lessons but not from piano playing itself. My teacher gave me some pieces to work on through the summer, and I did. So this first lesson back went really well. I even got three stamps (her equivalent of stickers) on my work.
Earl and I went to a new restaurant this week and were pleasantly surprised. It’s called The Squeeze, although I’m not sure why. But we’d heard good things, and who could resist a slogan that says, “Squeeze the day.”
The most spectacular item on the menu – and I really mean ‘spectacular’ – were the fried pickles. Now they might not be everyone’s favorite, but fried pickles have a special place in the heart for my friend N and I. We have had more than one variety from which we’ve created high expectations only to have them dashed.
But The Squeeze had fried pickles on the menu and the server, after listening to all my complaints about fried pickles, said, “I’d give ours a try.” So we did; and on the basis of the pickles alone we’ll be back to The Squeeze. I sent N a picture of the pickles and only wish she lived close enough to enjoy them herself. With me, of course.
Finally, the sunset tonight was also spectacular. I’ve written recently about the dirth of great sunsets, but this one was what I call a wrap-around. No matter which direction I looked the glory of red and gold was everywhere.
What is better than unexpected surprises that make your week? Well, maybe winning the lottery, but until my numbers come up I’ll settle for sweet music, fried pickles, and waning sun.