The Boozy Brunch

It has been a long week.

Went on vacation to the most beautifully blissful spa and turned back again. Returning to work was dreadful. I just had trouble with that groove which was unusual.

Thank goodness for the boozy brunch.

I met old friends today for a bite and drink or two. We do business together and it was a delight to have the space of mind to reminisce and the luxury of time to remember. We talked about the old days and kicked around hopes and dreams. We hashed out current issues.

There is just nothing as lazily luxurious as Sunday brunch. It is a time to let go without necessarily knowing you are doing so, especially on a long weekend as it is for us with the Boston Marathon tomorrow.

We took cigarette breaks. Even though I am a smoker I have become closet just because no one practices anymore. It was nice to have the company.

We laughed about what is going well, we talked about what is disappointing but mostly we just held the moment of a beautiful April afternoon. And ordered another pinot.

I have been a tad blue. The Speckled Biter has been not so good. Post-vacation I returned to find a marked decline. It breaks my heart but I am not the person who will attach wheels to my dog’s failing back ones. I have known for a while he is living mostly on love. I never talked about it today with my friends – just didn’t want to.

After visiting the vet I realized the time isn’t now, not quite today, but approaching. We could both only be so lucky to have such a good doctor who delivers an honest reflection of the situation but with a conscience.

Maybe the losses that cut the deepest are best delivered fact for fact, no silver tray or fancy embossed stationary. Just like an old fashioned telegram in black and white.

The vet told me I would know and that she would too. So I left feeling the padding, the emergency money your parents slipped into your back pocket.

In the meanwhile a bloody mary, an omelet and the boys lifted my spirits. We refreshed hopes for the future and had a few naughty chuckles.

I felt woozy and boozy upon returning home. It was too late to take a nap and too early to cash it in.

So the Speckled Biter and I ambled around the block grateful for the advance of spring and the longer daylight. Me happy today is a better one for him and thankful for the hung-over laughter that only old friends can deliver.

And we each knew we’d made the most of a beautiful spring afternoon while not doing anything much at all.