1. Two interactions:
Sous-Chef: What did you do this morning—raid Annie Hall’s closet?
Me: Shut up.
[But what I’m thinking is: Finally! Dream come true! Annie Hall fashion comparison—I cannot be stopped!]
Me: Could I possibly get a dollar in quarters?
Barista: Do you want three dollars in quarters??
Me: GIRL, YOU ARE AN ANGEL FROM HEAVEN.
[I actually said that. Because it felt so so true.]
2. Doing nothing all day with someone with whom nothing comes so naturally, which is so much lovelier and richer than doing something all day with any other someone with whom doing something is such effort. The nothingness so much more meaningful and delightful than any something-ness; feels as comfortable and pleasant as being alone, except better. Reminds me of that Rilke line I like so well: Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
3. The colorful shadow of stained glass on the light wooden pews at church.