Have you ever had one of those perfect hours?
Friday’s lunch hour was one such….
The sun was shining, it was hot, but not too hot because of the breeze they had going. Not that it can be too hot. The Jazzer loves hot, even hot and humid. All work and no play might make Jack a dull boy, but anything that’s not cold makes Jazz a happy girl.
I went for lunch at Westmount Square. There was no one in line ahead of me for my Chicken Pad Thai, and since the cook wasn't busy, he got extra bean sprouts because he knows I love my sprouts in Pad Thai…
The table I like best, the one under the skylight was empty.
I started reading a book that I pulled me in from the first page, Our Lady of the Lost and Found. I love when that happens.
There were a couple of over-lifted Westmount ladies to marvel at. And another lady who actually had kept her wrinkles and whose face looked lovely and lived in.
After lunch I went to Nicholas Hoare to browse the books. On the way over, I stopped at a clothes shop, but didn’t go in because I knew trying anything on would totally break the spell of lusciousness I was under. Yay for me.
Nic’s was, as usual, sublime – I love small bookstores because they actually smell of books. And this one? They have such good books. Only the cream of the crop.
On the way back to work I talked with a dog, I watched some pidgeons puttering around looking busy busy busy. I smelled new mown grass and noticed how the blue of the sky and the green of the leaves matches ever so well.
Mr. Jazz emailed me compliments for the collage I made for his birthday from three of his colleagues. Embarrassing but nice.
It was one of those moments of pure and perfect happiness. I love that it takes so little to keep me happy.
Luckily this doesn’t happen to me too often, it would make for a totally saccharine, boring blog. Maybe I can blame hormones. Yep, that's what it was, hormones.