Saturday was a cluster. There was a ton of work to be done in a snafu of notable proportion. The day began as something less than fun. Just to let you know, my butt has been attached to this chair since I returned from the graduation outing 10 days ago.
Since Saturday was such a cluster (cluster being the first part of a two part word), I did the best I could to promote peace and harmony throughout the marital corporation. You may recall how I
loathe love fried clams. Understanding that my husband had faced an especially challenging day, I suggested that we get fried clams for supper. The universe overheard me.
We had some pre-supper business errands to attend to in the late afternoon. In the course of our errands, I found a new lounge chair! I had to toss the one I had, purchased for $9.99 in 1999, at the end of last summer (that chair cost me 77¢ a year). The new chair cost $18.76, which is not a shocking increase considering the economy and inflation.
We took a long scenic ride beside the ocean. We talked about things not related to business. I told my husband, who doesn’t really grasp the why of it but is happy all the same, that I am eternally grateful that we are us. We have what we need. He told me some things I’ve known for quite a while, things that make my eyes tear right now. We are lucky to know things about each other and to accept all of the things we know.
We arrived at a ramshackle establishment, in need of a fresh coat of paint, with a couple of geriatric picnic tables and a missing exterior light. The young woman who took our order had several tattoos and the softest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
The clams were FRESH. The bellies were big and soft. The necks were not rubbery. The batter was golden perfection. The milkshakes lasted to the bottom of the cup, there was not a bit of flavorless slush. I ate all of my clams and the clams my husband was too full to fit. The universe smiled.