I’ll not pretend to be unamused by the marvellous day we’ve had on Prince Edward Island. While we spent the morning travelling here from nearby Moncton, New Brunswick, the afternoon was cheerfully devoted to meandering along the charming roadways of the Island before settling at Rodd Crowbush Golf & Beach Resort (where we’re staying for the night) for a most satisfactory late summer luncheon at the Crow’s Nest Lounge. The front desk called a chap to drive us on a golf cart from the main clubhouse to the restaurant.

My original intention – formulated well in advance of our venture here – was to have a lobster roll. Which I did. When in the past we have frequented Ogunquit, Maine or Hilton Head Island, South Carolina or St. Augustine, Florida for example, I’ve always succumbed to the topical seafood beach fare. Lobster rolls are high on my list. And our destination today overlooking the North Atlantic Ocean was no exception to its popularity. What I hadn’t anticipated however was that, instead of the clam chowder to start, I ended ordering the PEI mussels with standard white wine broth (which came with surprisingly tastrful fresh parsley).  I shouldn’t mention that as well I wrapped things up with a chocolate peanut butter cheesecake!  Oh my!

I know it sounds annoyingly commonplace to go on about what one eats but I confess the indulgence today was bordering on poetic. Sitting aloft the links, staring into the declining late afternoon sunshine while being served an exceptional maritime meal was nothing short of memorable.

Afterwards we contented ourselves in our suite with accomplishment of the mundane employment of mental and physical irreverence, sitting about in lounge chairs, reading aimlessly or fussing on our computers. When it came time to retrieve the car from its charging station, the young chap delivered us there by mobile cart. Back in our digs – after stationing the car nearby in a handicap spot – we reviewed our upcoming manoeuvres. As I commented to my partner earlier today I haven’t anh regret for not having done anything more industrious today than what we did. Indeed it would in my estimation have been a blur to have done so.   It’s all part of the accommodation process in aging, equivalent to learning to live within one’s means.  Which – by the way – reminds me of the agreeable fluidity of today’s market! Yet another bonus.