This is NOT a day to buy real estate!  The reason?  Because things today are unforgivably perfect. The negotiating table would be redundant.  The weather is incomparable – sunny, warm and crystal clear. Everywhere I looked, to the right, to the left, straight ahead, all was magnificent. The rolling fields of cornstalks waved in the wind. The burnished trees along the up and down corridors glistened in the slanted sunlight. The distant farm outbuildings and country homes were like oil paintings. There must be something in the air. The soft wind was clear and mellow. Yet it was seemingly loaded with replenishing ointment to assuage the bluntness of reality. And the sunlight! Nonpareil! At this time of year, autumn, the late afternoon glancing beams reflected the crimson blush evident throughout the countryside.

Curiously this is Thanksgiving weekend – and yet there was not a great deal of traffic on the highways or the byways. On a glorious day such as today I would have expected to have seen many more people fulfilling their annual outing for an autumnal tour. Nonetheless it was predominantly sedate. I took a circuitous route on my drive today in order to consume as much electricity in the operation of the Optiq (I am still in the experimental stage of discovery). May I say too that I am overwhelmed by the ideal performance of the vehicle. In just shy of 3 months ownership (since July 25th last), I’ve logged 15,453 Km, approaching an annual average of 60,000 Km (about 37,000 miles). Already we’re talking about trading.

At my desk, while surveying this unparalleled vision, I am listening to Apple Music’s collection of American Standards. Normally on a Sunday I would defer to classical music instead; however, the inexpressibly colourful day has steered my direction to something less restrained (although more sentimental).

It is difficult to avoid complacency today. All seems to be right – beginning this morning with my (almost abrupt) awakening at eight o’clock. I heard the chimes of the grandfather clock in the hallway by the front door. But it wasn’t the chimes that awoke me; I just suddenly awoke and then listened to and counted the succession of chimes (which to my surprise were only eight). I was instantly spirited to arise. Knowing (as I did) that we hadn’t anything planned for the day, I was at liberty to conduct my favourite routines (including not only my newly formulated recipe for breakfast but also the indulgence of languishing on the balcony in the warm sunlight, then afterwards tricycling about the neighbourhood followed by rewarding automobile escape.

Featured image by ChatGPT (bespoke)