On Sunday night we were mentally exhausted. It was a long day, and one of those ones where we didn’t accomplish much we could point at and be proud of.
The truth is that we were at a charity broadcast, participation seemed like a good idea, and it was.
And while a lot of money was raised for local charities, when we got home there was no weekend laundry done, no house cleaning other than what the roomba had managed, no food prep for the coming week. There was no supper ready for us.
We had been discussing dining out for about a week, talking about keeping that card in our back pocket in order to not feel bad about doing that. At our house we like the frugality of cooking for ourselves and so dining out is considered a treat that we give ourselves sparingly.
We needed a treat
It took very little for us to convince ourselves that, though we could just walk into the kitchen and start cooking, we needed a little break.
So we decided to head out to a chain restaurant known for having a seasonal special meal for the December days of retail craziness.
The place was quiet
The tables were less than half occupied when we got there, and the place was not terribly loud. This was good, because I had just gotten off stage a short time before and as my partner can tell you, I often need to wind down when I’ve been performing.
We sat, we browsed the menu and decided, I stared at my phone for a little while, our server came and went, bringing water, coffee, taking our order.
We settled in for our meal. All was good.
But something was familiar
One of the people I had been performing with, like me, has ADHD. But that person had gone their way when we went our way after the show.
Still, something seemed familiar in that way that happens when one of my people is around. It was not my partner who did not suddenly become afflicted with ADHD.
It was …
You guessed it, our server was one of those people who has managed to recognize that the busier he keeps himself, the more successful he is at whatever he is doing.
He was amazed when I squeezed my baked potato in order to make it edible. He said he’d never seen anyone do that before, that he loved baked potatoes but had given up on them because they were difficult to eat, but that he was now looking forward to ordering them again and thanks a lot for showing him that.
Yes, I did
I asked him if he’d been diagnosed.
I didn’t say with what.
He looked at me and laughed and said “Yes. That’s a funny thing. It’s been a long time now …”
We talked about work, about keeping the boredom away, about how many jobs we’d had in life (he is much younger but he’ll catch up to me eventually),about how the more we have on our plate the less distracted we are …
… and in the middle of that, my smart watch vibrated and the screen turned on.
“Wow, is that …?”
He asked me if we had the same watch, showing me his. They were very close, same manufacturer, almost identical models.
Then we talked about watches.
The conversation was derailed instantly by one message from my watch telling me I had done well that day for exercise but that I still needed a few more steps to get my quota in.
If I hadn’t gotten that notification I might have still been there talking.
I love when I meet one of us out in the world making their way like they own their life.