The full picture

When arising each morning either of us tries to remember to lower the middle blind of the floor-to-ceiling front windows immediately adjoining my Gibbard mahogany desk whence I overlook the green meadow and flowing river. We face 120°SE 45°13’22” N76°10’41″W, Missisippi Mills, ON 130m Elevation. The sunshine is only obstructive through the centre window from which the radiant light is cast upon my MacBook Pro. By late afternoon – when I resume my literary endeavours and when I am accustomed to the support of a chilled triple espresso and 2.0 mL THC – I am obliged to raise the middle blind to get the full picture.

By comparison to yesterday’s confab with my long-standing friend JCH (whom I indicated midway through one of her singuarly chucklesome narratives I feel I am meeting for the first time) the day today began on a dispassionate note. Good social connections are as fleeting and as spirited as having a puppy, reckless, ambitious, boundless and adorable.  And similarly incomparable.  Certainly I wasn’t able to manufacture this morning within the scope of my regular matutinal exercises anything as endearing as yesterday’s conviviality. At first I sought to satisfy myself by lingering out-of-doors on the patio, staring fixedly into the sun. But as the minutes ticked by the heat mounted with each reappearance of the sun from behind the drifting clouds. So it was back indoors.  Stationing myself unattractively at a drawroom chair, equitable and elongated upon the precious Persian. This was but an interruption. Though to what I hadn’t a thought. So finally I dutifully resorted to my fall-back afternoon diversion; a drive and a car wash.

It behooves me at this juncture to interject something by way of defence of what I am certain is considered a laughable devotion on my part to car washes. There may be as well a hint of doubtful psychologocial assessment. This too may be true. Never have I considered obsession (as a device for improving accuracy of perception) beneath me! Long ago I learned in the practice of law that one of the inescapable imperatives is to read what one is given.  Carefully.  Often slowly – even repetitively – in order fully to digest the import.

I extract limitless enthusiasm from driving the modern domestic sedan. I haven’t any interest in anything old. My late father possessed a Buick Riviera old enough to vote.  It no doubt had fewer miles on it than any car I had owned for more than year. The only retrospective attraction (if any) is size.  The older cars tended to be bigger; and, that usually also meant they had the latest automotive gadgets and cosmetics which naturally made them attractive to a certain consumer. I was (and I still am) one of those customers.  There is no use pretending to limit the imagination of Detroit when it comes to so-called improvements of the North American sedan.  They are about as bad as the technology gurus in California; viz., something new every day.

Which brings me to my next point. Size is no longer regarded positively.  This would normally have meant that anything made on a smaller though comparative scale would be lacking. We are currently in pursuit of a hybrid automobile as an introduction to the world of electrivied vehicles. The one we have in mind is a shrunken version of what we have now. I was pleased to have read some time ago that the new smaller model is as well equipped as its ancestor. And by way of further amplification I heard today the review that the new smaller models imitate the luxury of the predecessors. The relevance of luxury is not merely to the inner trappings.  I have long ago learned that the comfort of the interior is about what’s inside and outstide. Often for example the horsepower afforded a smaller vehicle is less than that provided the larger.  And this isn’t only a function of weight.  It was to my initial surprise (when I first began looking at Cadillacs) to learn that the old-fogey car had lots of get up and go! I believe the new smaller car we’re looking at will have acceptable power. The only time I need the power which I now enjoy is when trying to escape a BMW in my rearview mirror upon entering the filter onto the highway. But I like just knowing it’s there.