Food and Friends

At 6 pm, while I was shutting down my work computer, ready to head home, my cell phone unexpectedly rings. A friend calls explaining that she just needed to talk to someone as she had a trying day. As she shares I hear her voice became less shaky. However. through all the words I could hear the words she was not uttering:

This is hard and never ending.

I am weary.

I am scared.

In a moment of inspiration and grace, I asked her “What are you doing for dinner? I am hungry! I want to treat you. Consider it an early birthday present.”

We ran through possibilities of where to eat – ruling out restaurants that are closed Monday evenings.

In a spark of inspiration, I asked her “How about Ahn and Chi?”

She resoundingly said, “Yes.”

We meet up at the restaurant and are fortunately swiftly seated in the patio. There are always line ups at this restaurant because it received a Michelin Bib Gourmand designation – an award well deserved.

The food is scrumptious – light, flavorful, a symphony of flavors dancing along our palate.

View from patio towards Main Street.
Pork and Enoki Mushroom Spring Rolls
Char-Grilled Beef Short Ribs.
Steamed Rice Sheets

We left sated: physically full on nourishing food and our soul plumped up by companionship and a long lived friendship.

Hands Up

My massage therapist warmly greets me and asks how I am doing. I respond by thrusting out my hands, placing them on her desk and inquiring if the bumps on my hands mean I have arthritis. She responds in the affirmative. I was hoping they were just some weird bug bite, but after over a month and a half I had to accept that the raised red bumps alongside a couple of my knuckles, and some of my fingers going a bit crooked might mean something else.

The good news she informed me is that at this stage she can help treat it. She pulled out her anatomy books, flipped to the pages that had cross sections of hands, and described what is happening to me. “See this tendon that runs along your forearm? It goes straight down to your ring and center finger. The tendon is tight and pulling, making those fingers go askew, and the resulting pressure causing the bumps to build.”

For the next hour and a half she methodically treated both hands, alternating moving back and forth along the forearms and hands. At the beginning of treatment, my hands were mottled in colour. Now with blood freely flowing healthy colour was restored. I also had ease in moving my digits.

I left my appointment with gratitude.

Hands Up to our helpers.