Thursday, September 13, 2007
All Is As It Should Be; or, Why Bread and Chocolate Make Neroli Cry
Will you do me an occasional favor? A friend in need is a friend indeed.
Dear reader, today was Not A Very Good Day, for all manner of reasons I won't go into here.
I worked very late and arrived home long after everyone was finished with dinner. Being the sole vegetarian in the household, it is not unusual for the rest of the family to start to eat without me. They know I'll pull up a chair with a salad bowl in hand if I'm particularly rushed for time. Tonight, out of sorts and out of time, I didn't want my usual quick salad; I didn't want to eat the same food that I'd been eating all week---food that I had cooked for myself on Sunday to warm up at work: in truth, feeling my not very good day still weighing on my shoulders, I really wished someone to make something for me.
The closest I come to this is the local Taco Bell and its bean burritos, dear reader. And so I went.
It was just one of Those Days: even my mail was not delivered properly; I know this only because a strange car pulled into our driveway in the late evening bearing a package for me---delivered by mistake to the wrong household. Inside: the starter from Bee and Jai, complete with instructions folded into a lovely card---and a container of fudge brownies.
Opening this package, and seeing this kindness, my wise friends arrived in spirit with their gifts of bread and chocolate.
On a day I most needed it, it was good to have someone fix something to eat for me.
See, I hear them say, it's just as it should be.
Thank you, my friends: it's just what was needed.
Tomorrow is another day.
Rest assured there will be a brownie in my lunch tomorrow.
Accept this tribute of my sincere regard.