Moveable Feast

October 18, 2007

Thank You, Lord God for this half-day-from work that turned into an out-of-routine,pattern-interrupt whole day vacation. Feeling not so good from my head to my stomach, I was planning to go to work in the pm only. But in The Block to get some Bioflu, I felt so out-of-condition I decided to just have an instant one day vacay right in The Block.

Thank You , Father God for this feel-rich, feel-abundant-life day. Thank You, Father God for the solid-yellow-gold and yellow-flowery curtains for the condo unit ,which I got on sale,at that.

Thank You, Father God for the brunch at Tokyo Cafe, a Japanese-Italian joint with Japanese-like, Zen-like tables and chairs, with Japanese-like old weathered floors. but with a photo-mural on an inside wall, of the train station in Milan (or what looks like it). The corn soup tasted like real corn, sumptuous if a bit buttery; the burgers were savory enough but not the brown gravy. I didn't quite get the shrimpy taste of the breaded shrimp, but on the whole, the first impression is about two or three non-Michelin stars above Tokyo,Tokyo. The staff was solicitous and gracious enough. (Hmmmm, this should jumpstart my imaginary career (as of now) as a world-traveller/writer and global lifestyle correspondent, I wish). Quite pricey, my brunch is . Quite above my daily food allowance. So tonight, I will just have to make do with supper of canned Ligo sardines sauteed in tomato paste,onions and garlic and generously sprinkled with McCormick herbs --- basil, rosemary or thyme, maybe... But what the heck, it's my birthmonth .... About mid-brunch, I had second thoughts of taking the whole day off for an instant vacay ... but then again I thought it's my birthmonth and I needed some rest from the stress of the meeting yesterday where I had to be uncharacteristically aggressive and loud-voiced to get some points across and moving. So, I'll love,respect,rest and treat myself well today. I really hope this is one way of getting into God's rythmn , like what I re-read in Norman Vincent Peale's "Treasury of Joy and Enthusiasm" .