If reliving a day means not changing anything (because that would mean the Butterfly Effect), I’d have to think about one perfect day. Of course, over a life spanning decades, I am thankful that I’ve had many perfect days, not counting the red-letter days or milestone days, of course.
Vacations, by definition, tend to be perfect, so they need to be excluded from consideration. Nix to birthdays and other special occasions. Maybe. I mean, in this exalted category would be my wedding day, birthdays, Christmases, default perfect days like that.
There’s this song Dido sang, Thank You, in which she describes a day in which nothing goes right. Do press Play. It’s a good song and worth at least one listen.
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why
I got out of bed at all;
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can’t see at all. . .
And yet someone who mattered to her, his picture, his phone call, and then his presence at her door, makes it all better:
Push the door, I’m home at last
and I’m soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And I want to thank you
For giving me the best day of my life,
Oh just to be with you
Is having the best day of my life. . . ”
If I were to relive one perfect ordinary day, it would have to be sifted out of the countless grey rainy days time out of mind. Factor in the presence of a friend or friends, the presence of good conversation, and the small, unexpected things that make it all worthwhile.
April 28th, an ordinary Wednesday. In which:
1. D and B came over to use my condo pool. It was B’s first freestyle lesson with D, who is a swim coach. I was wearing a white tank and a fairy-like Desigual skirt, and hot-pink strappy sandals.
2. Drove to church to discuss my upcoming youth group session with the youth leader about Facebook and how online social media impacts our lives.
3. Missionary friend, A, popped by, and I was invited to join him and S for dimsum lunch. By the time the egg tarts came, we were having a jolly old time talking openly about the things that bugged us about each other, joking, making up all kinds of clever one-liners that were inside jokes. This is also the time I learned about Skype-dating.
We came up with the idea of throwing a Two A.M. party in December, when his overseas girlfriend would be in town. Two A.M. because no one would be allowed to leave before then.
4. We continued our chat at S’s office over teh and kopi. Chatter was all about the complexities of man-woman relationships and dealing with exes in the virtual world, where boundaries shifted with different personality/cultural types.
5. When A and I left her office, the sky was darkening and brewing up a storm. We walked on an overhead bridge in the openness that is Upper Papa Lebar, surrounded by the drama of the skies. A high wind blew, and I was caught up in a breeze of happiness.
6. The day ended with running through the Botanics with the Wednesday Runners and dinner at Adam Road.
It was by all accounts, a most ordinary, perfect day. After going over this posta few times, I don’t think this particular day stands out. It just so happened that this day was chronicled in my journal and so found its way here.
Everyone has days like these, don’t they?
And always, it’s the small and lovely things, isn’t it?