“Waiting is, until fullness. I grok in fullness.”
In my halcyon days, I felt that if you didn’t celebrate on the official day … birthday, Christmas, anniversary, whatever … that you’d blown it.
You’d think with the passing of time, one would be even more eager to get right into whatever life event has presented itself. After all, this IS tomorrow … we are past waiting for a rainy day. Get out your umbrella, the rain has arrived. Who knows how much time we’ve got left? (Really, does anyone know? We could any of us be hit tomorrow by a runaway beer truck.) Life is ironic and never what you expect. As it turns out, I am infinitely more patient than I was when I was younger.
Near death experiences notwithstanding, I’m in no rush to get anywhere or do anything. There’s going to be tomorrow. I just know it. And if not? Oh well.
Our favorite thing to do to celebrate anything and everything is go out to eat Japanese food. I am a little demented about tempura and our local Japanese restaurant’s special maki roll, the Wanakura roll. Garry orders the sashimi special.
On average, the culinary quality of dining establishments in the Blackstone Valley varies from barely acceptable to so awful I can’t talk about it without weeping. The ultimate in haute cuisine is a burger. Other than that, you can get mediocre pizza from a variety of national and regional chains as well as a couple of local pizza places run by Greeks who don’t grasp the whole “pizza should have a crisp crust” concept. They also serve sandwiches, some of which are nearly edible. There are a few appalling Italian restaurants, one that isn’t half bad, and a variety of places that serve tasteless greasy Chinese food but survive because they have good bars … and then there is Wanakura, the restaurant that keeps us from going mad with insatiable longing for a decent meal. Wonder of wonders, it serves our favorite cuisine: Japanese food.
Wanakura is a small restaurant located in a virtually empty strip mall off Route 140 in North Milford. It’s as good a Japanese restaurant as we’ve found anywhere, from Boston to Washington DC. I believe Wanakura is sure proof that God answers our prayers.
We couldn’t go to dinner this evening, even though we would have liked to go. Without going into gory detail, Garry recently had some delicate, but not life-threatening, surgery. Sitting on a hard bench at the sushi bar is not in the cards today. Nor tomorrow.
So, it will be Tuesday when we celebrate our 22nd anniversary. Every restaurant and personal care establishment in the Valley is closed on Monday. So Tuesday it shall be. Or, if necessary, Wednesday. We don’t need to hurry.
As Michael Valentine Smith used to say: “Waiting is. One must grok in fullness.”
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