Following the statutory 8 hours of overnight sleep – and coincident with 8 o’clock this morning – I elevated myself from beneath the comfortable duvet and commenced the ritual ablutions. The matutinal effort was somewhat assuaged by the knowledge that today was a proposed visit to my sister and brother-in-law in the city.  We intend first to do some banking then to collect donuts from the local healthy food emporium.  It is my sister’s 75th birthday tomorrow so the occasion has a customary degree of distinction.

Though the temperature is not what one would call warm today, the sun is shining brilliantly.  I propped myself in a deck chair on the patio overlooking the cultivated field and the river.  The building sheltered me from the cool breeze which noticeably came from the south.

My initial project of industry this morning was to adapt a recent email from an elderly friend (she’s 92) to a blog which I have organized for this sole purpose. The blog (which contains nothing but a collection of similar emails from this woman) is my venture to capture her relevancies and irrelevancies.  It is of course a diary of sorts, but I see it more as an historical account of personal reflections including casual related events. Because the woman is so remarkably involved in the community – for example, doing things for her country vestry at eight o’clock every Sunday morning – the record is in my opinion of no small consequence.  I am a firm believer that the flavour is in the detail. The importance of the blog was heightened when she wrote today of an impending great grandchild.  That has to be an inexpressible relationship.

Meanwhile upon hearing commotion in the apartment hallway, I recognized the enterprise of our building superintendent.  He lives nearby in the country. Recently he told me his chickens are now producing eggs.  So I asked him today to deliver 18 eggs. Already they have appeared at the door.

Now for a drive into the city.  Getting into an automobile is for me the Sacrament of Heaven.