Putting Myself in Time Out

Miss Levine, my favorite kindergarten teacher, would tell unruly five year olds that everyone needs a moment, now and then as she was escorting them to a seat in the hallway, with a book and a hug and a smile.

I took my own moment this weekend.  I unplugged from everything except FlapJilly on Facetime.  I watched no talking heads. I read the newspaper, but only the light-hearted and personal pieces.  I caught up on the comics.

I read a novel and did a crossword puzzle or two and I cooked with yummy veggies and fresh artisan bread. On Saturday, because Scarlett and I had agreed to watch Sam Elliott's moustache together, and on Sunday, because Brenda Starr and I had a date to play games and eat crepes in the morning, I left the house.   There were no prolonged good byes; it was too hot to stand in the parking lot.

And so I spent a lovely weekend; the only problem I encountered was running out of lives on Candy Crush Saga.  I wrote no letters, signed no petitions, called no elected officials.  I expressed no outrage.  After all, everyone needs a moment, now and then.