Sunday afternoon. I'm going to spend it cooking and eating some delicious seafood, all aided by some very chilled beer and the kickass vocal stylings of Mr Ray Charles and Mr Otis Redding. I love, love, love beer and seafood on Sunday. It's how I imagine paradise to be, with a couple of juicy beef steaks thrown in, of course. Another thing I could never have enough of!

I haven't had any of these indulgent Sundays in a while though. So when Ray started crooning "I Can't Stop Loving You" on my winamp, I had these visions of delicious, dancing tenderloin floating around me. I'm off red meat these days (against my will), so I had to gently steer those dreamy clouds toward the ocean's delight. But hey, who's complaining, because I just put together my favourite Sunday ritual.

I hoard beer in my fridge during the summer. It's absolutely vital! So all I had to do was get me some fish and delightful crustaceans. Now, while I wait for the good people of Pesca Fresh to deliver my bounty to me (I do prefer shopping at the fish market, haggling with all the gold-bedecked women, but laziness and the fear of melting in this heat got the better of me), I'll write a post about this and that...

People usually have trouble sleeping when they're sad or upset. I have the opposite problem. I sleep like a baby when I'm feeling low and am jumping like a hopped up cokehead when I'm happy!

If I'm really excited about something, I just cannot get myself to sleep no matter how much I try. I keep grinning to myself like a jackass and replaying the events responsible for my giddy-with-delight state, in my mind over and over. Sometimes, I'll even chuckle out loud and say something to myself.

Yesterday, it was just a simple phone call that did it to me. Later, I found myself closing my eyes like a little kid and wishing that it would all come true, and in an instant. It's fun to dream... so much fun.

Then this morning, I was thinking to myself that along with the maddening joy of finding someone who is perfect for you also comes the uncertainty of what if you are not perfect for that person! Think about it... not only should he be Mr. Right, you gotta be Ms. Right too! Otherwise, it will be like falling in love with George Clooney all over again :-P

Well, I'll slice that melon when it's ripe enough but for now, I'm basking in the initial pre-euphoric days of sparks flying, hints dropping, awkward pausing, and just enough talking. Yes, talking. The long forgotten art of dialling a number and speaking to a human voice. I don't have to talk to someone everyday to stay in touch, but it's nice to hear the voices of people you really like every once in a while. I'm not too fond of texting, and if it goes beyond two texts then it can get really annoying. So I try to pack everything in that first text :-) I think in all the years I've used a cell phone I've texted excessively only a couple of times, and I found it exhausting!

I talk to 3 people almost every day. Two of them are the people who gave birth to me, the other one is my friend K, who I'm going to grow old with - whether I like it or not! Once I read a news item about a pair of ninety plus old women in a nursing home. They were friends who squabbled over something really trivial, then one old lady snuffed the life out of the other with a pillow. I told K about this, and since then she keeps threatening to finish me off when we are 90! I tell her that I will kill her if she doesn't do it sooner, because I don't want to live till I'm 90! (that too with only her for company!)

Happy Sunday!