We ate in a pretty darn nice restaurant tonight, and the waiter brought us two glasses of water. Curious Girl was sitting on my lap, it's true, so there were only two place settings occupied at the moment, but it's not like she was wearing an outfit that matched mine so she blended in. But we're used to the invisible child phenomenon, and so we said, "there are three of us. Can you please bring another water?" The waiter looked down at us, and said, "Are you waiting for the third?" (A Holly Near song (Perfect Night?) flashed into my head, the one where the waiter says "are you alone?" and the couple say "we're together!"). I gestured to Curious Girl and said, "She's already here," and the waiter just looked confused. He did bring another water glass, but then when I ordered a salad and said we'd share it, he said, "So you'll split it between the two of you?" Clueless.
Said salad was awfully yummy: fresh tomatoes, mozerella, basil, balsalmic vinegar. I gave CG several chunks of cheese, including the last two chunks from my plate. "Mama, you rock!" she said spontaneously. I laughed. "You should be in a rock star movie!" she continued. That's me, the least hip rock star mama in the country, taking enormous pleasure, and recording in the child journal, evolving plays on words.
It was a good day, though: we had some perfect time on the beach and out on the water and got back to the house just in time to see an incredible sunset on the bay. I realized when I saw the headlines in the Times as we passed a newsstand that there are some horrible things going on in the world, things I'll need to find out more about as we start to head home on Sunday. But tonight, I'm just being my rock star self, enjoying the luxury of a calm and peaceful night--a luxury eluding far too many people in troubled spots tonight (I just peeked at Phantom's latest post and it's a good one on that theme and more.)