Certainly, less common sense & much more tuning into our finer feelings, sensibilities. Sometimes, even welcoming an opportunity to fly blind, believing the destination will be worthy of the risk.
That's how I felt several days ago, planning prepping preparing for the Cairnwood Village brunch. Financially, it made absolutely no sense. We knew that the odds were pretty high that Gibbs, our ancient but stout-hearted & true Concorde, would need a new $$$ catalytic converter system to pass the emissions test, on top of $$$ repairs the loyal auto needed to pass the state inspection. Still, the moola we spent on groceries & eating irons et al for the 01/02/16 felt like a wise investment.
Oh, the blessings of doing that delightful event continue to resound reverberate rejoice their way through our lives!
It wasn't an idea that suddenly came to me. It was more, It was like the brunch already existed somewhere, waiting to be simply be eased into reality.
And "ease" seemed to hallmark almost the entire event, from figuring out the recipes - only one of which, Ulla's Mac & Cheese - I'd made before, to the shopping, to the prep, the baking, the presentation, the serving... well, everything except the clean-up, which was a mega chore for a very weary couple. But John stepped up & did a terrific job of vacuuming the entire dining room & sweeping every kitchen floor nook & cranny.
Lori Odhner's question/comment - "You really love doing this, don't you." - triggered a major epiphany about my forever feelings about appreciating others, that it's what gives me joy, rather than putting on special moments. The special people are what mattered, who are EVERYTHING. When it comes to older role models & mentors, my life has been touched with spectacular & I love shouting that from figurative roof tops.
Another unexpected bliss point happened today. Watching Julie & Julia as I did used the kitchen island as a staging area for sorting out Christmas treasures waiting to be packed away for this December, realized that I got to live the end of the movie.
Julie is cooking a boned duck en croute. Taking it out of the oven, she marveled, "It looks just like it's supposed to!" I paused, reran the clip & marveled. That was exactly what I said on Saturday, pulling the breakfast casseroles & the egg dish that was my own whipped up recipe, in exactly the same tone.
And then, to honor her husband, she steals a quote from Paul Child - "'You are the butter to my bread,and the breath to my life." Pretty much what I've been saying about John for the past few days - make that years.
Putting on Saturday's brunch for Cairnwood Village residents might seem the opposite of common sense, spending money when we have mega expenses staring us in the eye, and people with good sense would be completely justified in painting us as foolish people. But every single moment of it, from the event presenting itself to me in the wee small hours of Christmas morning to watching "Julie Powers" jaunty "Bon appetit!" this afternoon, sang songs of praise & gratitude to my run amok sensibilities!!
graphic credits:
1) NorthLight
2) Running Deer Magic Heart of Belief
3, 4) Julie & Julia
5) Saxon & Parole
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