High Point of the Day
Alyssa, Amelia, Veronica
So I ask myself, at night, each night, “Honey, what was the high point of your day?” Instead of complaining about how hard it all is, it’s so much more calming and sweet and true to make a lot more room for the goodness. This is what I want to remember. The high point.
Yesterday, the high point was the tea party with the neighbor girls at Debra’s house. We laughed so much–it’s been such a serious summer. There was, for each woman at that table, a broken heart, acres of pain. But Debra poured tea, and the girls added way too much sugar, and ogled the cake and we laughed at such length, each one of us, the sweetest, sweetest laughing. We were so happy, together, in the garden, alone with ourselves, as girls, with her grandmother’s dishes and our jokes and flowers.
Today the high point was when I went to the bank, to deal with a little difficult thing, and I was having trouble breathing when Afaa came over with a letter for me. My heart sank. Not more bank mail! I opened it on the spot because he was beaming so vociferously. It was Congratulations, signed by every person at the bank. I about burst into tears. (Darlene, the greatest teller ever, saw me pawing anxiously, a few weeks ago, through my Pile of Important Papers; my newly signed ready-to-mail book contract was intermingled with the legal and bank stuff….she told the whole bank!)
And today Amelia came down to tell me the fire hydrant was blasting water, and we watched that from my front steps with great delight. And then watched Cubby play with his new friend, The Rabbit. (At first, it was disturbing, because The Rabbit, bats at Cubby’s head, but now we are all used to it and like it pretty much.)
And I wrote on the Nighttime Novelist. And got pretty ready for my Exciting Radio Interview. And the weather is perfect and Pea made sweet useful comments and a really great joke about a small pink plastic clip.
A kind of perfect tea party of a day…..
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