It's funny how time gets away from you and stress and worries can make you forget the simplest of pleasures. A few nights ago, at around 8pm, as I re-heated some leftovers in a cereal bowl, and ate while I paced around the kitchen, I suddenly realized something......I hadn't eaten in a civilized manner since about mid December.
Don't get me wrong, I've eaten good food thanks to the thoughtful and generous friends who have brought food to the house and the hospital. Every thing from gourmet wraps, seafood chowder, cabbage rolls and even maple glazed pork tenderloin. But it seems every thing I ate was from an aluminum pan or Tupperware dish, or most of the time sitting on the edge of Mom's bed, eating the remains of her hospital tray. (I even ate once directly from a pot standing over the kitchen sink). All of a sudden I really missed sitting down at a table, eating off an actual plate with a proper place setting. Such a simple pleasure, right?
Today I went to lunch with a good friend. It was so relaxing. A simple soup and panini, but it was worth a million bucks to have a sense of normalcy again.
Somedays it's just the little things that make us so happy :)