Monday, February 7, 2011

Restful Satisfaction, or Loving a Hot Breakfast

On weekends when Curtis is not working, I often crave a nice hot breakfast. It’s not that I’m particularly hungry for a salty, sweet pairing of pancakes and eggs, or the light, fluffy texture of blueberry muffins, or even the overly sweet delicious cinnamon rolls. No, when I want to make breakfast it is because I want to feel relaxed and able to spend twenty minutes or an hour preparing our first meal, not in a rush to go somewhere or do something. I want to have something other than oatmeal in a Tupperware that I consume at my desk while checking my email and organizing papers for the day.

I want to feel at rest.

Some weekends I feel like the “rest” factor is compromised for ever necessary “productivity”. This Saturday it wasn’t. A leisurely pancake breakfast led to a couple hours of waxing skis. Lunch turned into reading and eventually a nap. Soon enough we made it out skiing, and watched as the sky turned from daylight to sunset, with vibrant colors radiating off the sky and the snow and the ocean. We talked, we laughed, we fell, we skied past other late-afternoon patrons and past moose just off the trail. When we finished, we were tired, but it was a good kind of tired, much like after you’ve laughed too hard for too long and are intoxicated with satisfaction.

And then we went home.

The evening wrapped up with enchilada preparation (for Sunday’s Superbowl party) and a last minute invitation to friends to come over and play games. Given that they are Curtis’s co-workers, the discussion was not absent of jokes about medical terminology, even while they all mused about how wonderful it is to have a day off.

Eventually we went to bed and fell asleep, satisfied with a full day. After all, on Sunday we found ourselves with a bit more of a full schedule with church, squeezing in a ski, and circulating through parties hosted by friends and family. On Sundays I can often get a bit somber, recognizing that Curtis doesn’t have another day off for two weeks, frustrated that time together until then may very well be spent in the hospital when he’s not busy but still expected to be there.

And on those days I will still make a hot breakfast, wrap it up, and bring it to him (and his team) at work, a good excuse to visit him for a bit and win points with his coworkers. Because let’s be honest, homemade baked goods are always a welcome alternative to the hospital cafeteria, even if they aren’t accompanied by a leisurely day at play.

1 comment:

  1. is that a Pampered Chef measuring mixing bowl I spy?