A Perfect Day

What an absolutely stunning day.  A blessing after the humdrum and cold of the previous few weeks.  The warmth of spring wrapped up the city in welcoming arms and coaxed even the most morose of us out for a day in the sunshine.

Today a friend and I perused the vintage and consignment shops in the morning in search of nothing in particular.  The shopping spree ended with a wonderful 50s ensemble with hat in my possession and a rare book in hers. 

She was kind enough to sit through the dance showcase for the middle eastern dance classes that I have been taking part of these last few weeks.  That dance kicked my ass...after Wednesday's class most of us left in a cloud of confusion over which direction to turn when, how many steps, what to do with our arms...we were a mess.  I tried.  I worked so hard to remember the sequence and nail the turns.  I practiced during my breaks at lunch.  I danced at home with the pup nipping at my hip belt.

And the worked paid off.  More than one person commented on how well I danced the piece.  It pays to at least appear confident...

Ross joined up after he got off work for a quick lunch at a new deli we had been dying to try.  With all of the pastrami and knish about, it felt like Jersey...the happy parts of Jersey.

Chores...groceries, laundry, dishes, a long walk with our rapidly growing pup...

An amazing dinner of rosemary Sriracha chicken and blistered green beans.  And early to bed...at least until the clocks shift forward.

What a marvelous day.  I want to bask in it a bit longer.  They seem few and far between these days...