It began with an eye appointment. Well, if you want to be REALLY specific, it began with me LEAVING my eye appointment to head home, clean my apartment, eat a quick dinner, and then go to my weekly advanced swim lesson.
Every August like clockwork, I go to see eye doctor for a routine check on my eyeballs. I never really thought too much about my vision until over five years ago when I woke up to feeling like my eyeball was getting squeezed to death. The diagnosis was an ingrown eyelash that was scratching against my cornea. Who knew that a tiny piece of hair could make me want to rip my eyeball out?? My eye doctor and I have a very amicable relationship where we talk about scuba diving, swimming and, now, thanks to my kitty cat Ricky, we added cats on our list of conversational pieces.
A bright yellow exclamation point appeared on my car as soon as I started the ignition. At first I thought it was the eye drops that my doctor had given me that was making my eyesight blurry. Nope. No such luck. The truest of luck was that I was only 5 minutes away from home. Once arriving at home, I whipped out the Owner’s Manual and read that the yellow exclamation point was due to low tire pressure.
Hmm….low tire pressure, I thought. I immediately got out of the car and began to examine all the tires. None of the tires looked low or flat to me. I called my service and an impatient woman on the other line who was more than ready for closing time disagreed with me that I could have a low tire. “No,” she said adamantly, “It can’t be a flat tire. It’s probably just weather change. Come on over tomorrow and we can fill it up with air. Not today. We are about to close.”
Rain was starting to come down hard and the rumble of thunder was in the distant that made me know without a single doubt that my advanced swim less. My swim coach confirmed that in a text message so I did the next best thing to swimming: I baked. Lemon Ricotta cheesecake. It was my first time crushing graham crackers to make a graham cracker crust. It was the first time to use ricotta rather than cream cheese for a cheesecake. It was the first time making lemon ricotta cheesecake. And, yes, there are first times that can be simply amazing. So, as rain pellets fell down outside and sweat dripped down my face from the humidity and the high temperatures of the oven, I waited for my cheesecake. Leave it to me to eat rather than exercise, but I like to think that all my hard work and sweat into that cheesecake was an intense workout that I had never experienced before. It did not disappoint. I was in cheesecake heaven.