Last night I went to bed before 10 p.m. (as usual) and lay there tossing and turning for what seemed to be hours.
At midnight Barry sauntered in from the garage and poked his head into the bedroom.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
I bounded from the bed.
“Let’s have a bowl of chili!”
He stared at me in amazement.
“Yes, let’s have a bowl of chili on the deck!”
“Chili?” he repeated, “on the deck? What’s gotten into you?”
(He may have said, “Are you nuts?” but, if so, I refuse to remember that part.)
We had eaten a late lunch/early supper at 3 p.m. yesterday up in Houghton. We hadn’t eaten a bite since then–and I was suddenly ravenous.
Even though you’re not supposed to eat in the middle of the night. Food doesn’t digest well on a sleeping stomach, you know.
“Let’s have a chili party!” I repeated, bounding into the kitchen.
I found a can of black bean vegetarian chili in the cupboard and opened it. Poured it into a pan. Turned on the gas stove. Click, click, click went the pilot light. The fire ignited. The chili warmed. The Saltine Crackers were discovered. The chili was ladled into bowls.
We opened the deck door and ventured out in the balmy eve. An almost-full moon winked at us through the trees. We spooned our chili on crackers and munched away.
I thoroughly recommend midnight parties when you can’t sleep.
We felt young, invigorated, wild & crazy, energized.
All because we did something out of the ordinary. Something unqiue. Something fun.
What was the last unexpected thing you did to make magic in your life?
(P.S. As soon as I can get organized–tomorrow or Sunday–if the photos turned out–I am going to introduce you to a blog reader and her family we met in person this week. That was magic, too!)