Time Well Wasted

Last night I enjoyed an evening of the world's best pizza (Village Pizza in Roslyn) with the world's best friends--the Ringers and the Polaks!  We dined on THREE large pizzas, and I had the (slightly embarassing) pleasure of returning  to waitress the "to go" box that she had sat on the counter behind us (because the table did not afford room) upon delivering the piping hot, cheesy delights to our table.

With full stomachs, we returned to the ranch, started a fire, and then just snuggled up in chairs and blankets and relaxed, and visited, and laughed, and roasted marshmallows....

And took in the joy that gooey, partially cooked-partially burnt marshmallow, sans chocolate and graham crackers, can provide...at least to a six year old boy.

And oh, there were CUPCAKES... from Trophy cupcakes, courtesy of George and Jalleen!  Amazing the delight such treats can bring to a thirty-six year old girl.  (Imagine that...no photos of the cupcakes!)

And, broken dishes there were...

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..the memory and laughter of which far exceeded any value that one could have attached to the "good china" that I have been attempting to use for ordinary occasions ever since reading this inspirational poem.  (Erma Bombeck has a similar and equally good ditty on living life over).

There were no board games, no fancy horsd'oeuvres or wines, no refined music playing in the background, no important conversations or discussions about the good we want and need to do, the chaos and suffering in the world, the challenges of our jobs and the day-to-day.  No talk of "to do" lists or of regrets.  Just a few moments of enjoying our health, our time, and the power of the smallest acts of caring.

In short, it was one of those simple evenings of "not doing much" that nonetheless felt extraordinarily like something.