By Caitlin Kelly
Regulars here know this is an ongoing, intermittent series I produce, listing all sorts of small(er) pleasures life offers us, sometimes forgotten or overlooked:
Baking buckles, cobblers and pies with all the fresh berries available.
A very cold, stiff martini — no ice! olives! — consumed, ideally, in one of two places: an elegant hotel bar, like the King Cole Bar at the St. Regis in NYC (if you’ve seen The Devil Wears Prada, a meeting place scene) or dark, hole-in-the-wall (pre-pandemic talking to strangers) dive bar, like the ones I enjoyed years ago in Atlanta and San Francisco.
Swimming in whatever clean, fresh water is available, whether a creek, river, lake, ocean or pool. So delicious on a hot and humid day!
Pool parties! These days, very small ones, outdoors, with fellow vaccinated people.
Corn on the cob.
Huge juicy tomatoes.
Sitting for hours in your wet bathing suit.
Playing cards or dominoes in the shade.
Watching the light (sob!) get lower and longer every day as fall approaches
Fireflies — aka lightning bugs.
Long lazy conversations with friends outdoors, knowing by winter we’ll all be shut inside again, even vaccinated, masked and scared and alone.
A jaunty straw sunhat.
Having two vaccinated friends over for a long lunch.