Today, I tended to myself for the most part. I found my way to a ShopRite in my neighborhood, where I learned two things: 1) they don't have quite the selection in the first ShopRite I found yesterday, but it's not too shabby; and, 2) there are less people shopping in the morning. While things
are not yet at the point of one-way aisles like the photo, I can easily imagine it getting to that point. The real estate is so expensive, everything in the store must be condensed so that they an get as much stuff in as little space as possible. Makes sense...means shopping early or late - no more of this afternoon stuff.
I cleaned my room. I had been overlooking the dust - I just couldn't face it. Today I vacuumed the floor, and used the Lysol wipes I purchased this morning at the store and cleaned everything I could. I limited myself to only one window and its accompanying blinds. Suffice to say there were many, many filthy wipes...Thank goodness I bought the 80 wipe container. One window down, two to go.
When I went back out to go to work, I realized that I had forgotten about the "no parking" rule in front of the house on Monday afternoons. Oy. It was interesting. I did not feel upset. I don't know what that is about - but whatever it is, I want more. The biggest challenge was this: where the hell do I get a stamp to put on the damned envelope they so conveniently provided? That problem got solved a little later.
I stopped in at work to complete some very short, discrete
tasks AND I forgot my keys for the first time. I figured out how to get into both locked doors to my office (thank you Sonia) and completed my tasks. I was pretty excited because I had found a community acupuncturist and my first appointment was going to be at 2:30 in Sleepy Hollow.
It was wonderful! It is a small office - not as large as Sr. Eileen's at Integrative Therapies.
The guy was pretty good, though, and my session was good. I zoned out for about an hour and left feeling refreshed. I asked him for dinner recommendations, and he said, "What sort of food are you thinking?" Of course he would ask that. This is New York! He had all sorts of recommendations - most of them "without tablecloths," but pointed me in the direction of many restaurants if I wanted a "tablecloth" sort of dinner. Oh...
...and he also told me that the post office was right up the
street. In addition to the stamp, I purchased 10 stamped envelopes for future use. I thought I was brilliant for thinking of that! It must have been the acupuncture. (Insert small smiley face here.)
He also mentioned that Tarrytown (the name of which continues to crop up over and over) has become well known for its restaurants - and that there was one called Sweet Grass. That sounded like a winner - and it was. It is a gourmet farm-to-table restaurant. Pricey? You betcha. Delicious? Triple you betcha. I found myself groaning over and over again as I savored my salmon over sweet potato mash and greens, all resting in some sort of sweet sauce with a few cinnamon/sugar walnuts around the edges. OMG! I could barely keep myself from licking the plate. And the salad - so wonderful! It was mostly kale, with some shredded cabbage, and some celeriac and granny smith apples cut into sticks. I don't even know what the dressing was - but there were almonds sprinkled over the top. Wait...or where the walnuts on the salad and the almonds on the fish? I can't even remember - it was just plain good. Following are a couple of other pics.
I sat against the wall portrayed in the pic on the right - you can see the reflection of the sun through the windows on that wall. There is actually another picture of a pear (two pear pictures) on that wall, and I sat against that wall, looking out the windows.
You ask,
"The title of this post was balance - where's the balance?
I'm going to tell you.
Now.
I had already made my acupuncture appointment when I found that $65 dollar parking ticket. I said to myself, "I'll be damned if I am going to spend more on a parking ticket than I do on my health."
Hence, the acupuncture turned into a wonderful dinner for myself. As I was driving off, I realized that I had wanted to get my nails done as well (a few doors down from the Sweet Grass), but I was so blissed out from the food that I forgot.
It all came out in the wash.
And I was the Lucky Benefiting Duck.
