What a magical day it has been! I don’t recall what time it was when I awoke and threw back the duvet. But significantly it was, I am certain, after nine o’clock. Which meant I had had a good night’s sleep. I find at my advanced age in particular it requires very little on my agenda to disturb my somnolence. For example, having to go to the doctor’s office; or get the car serviced; or in fact just about any kind of early or mid-morning convention. By comparison, though we had arranged a meeting today, it was not scheduled until 1:30pm. Putting it past the noon hour is tantamount to an entirely new day so the prescription was of no consequence.
No sooner had I completed my ablutions, and savaged my steel cut oats and farm fresh eggs, than the telephone (by which I mean, my iPhone) tinkled. It was my erstwhile physician calling in the neighbourhood, wondering if we were at hand. We welcomed him openly. I had only time to brush my teeth. What followed upon his arrival was – as always – a buoyant and succinct conversation covering diverse apogees of recent events. We wandered about the local countryside, across the South Pacific to Australia and the Indian Ocean, summarily into Sarasota and the African hinterland, briefly upon an upcoming cruise from New York City to Southampton and amusingly to Nice, France for a more lengthy examination. It wasn’t long before our friend’s telephone (by which I mean, his iPhone) began to clatter and he abruptly jolted, then excused himself to address his private exigencies.
Meanwhile we too braced for our early afternoon meeting. Though it involved relatives of the family, it was an arrangement of some endeavour. The matter was undertaken; the embraces were exchanged; then they too were off!
Afterwards we collected ourselves then headed to the southern part of the County to pick up an order of knavish pills. While there we speculated upon the source of a new plastic cover for my Apple iPhone. This enquiry ultimately took us all the way to Stittsville which serendipitously was nearby the car wash. At the same time we thought about stopping at a nearby grocery store where we collected not only the usual provender and provisions; but also – and here’s the exciting part – two new plastic glasses for the bathrooms. This may be, as I am certain it is, a small compliment to such effervescence but nonetheless it satisfies what has lately been an irksome ambition. When we were on Hilton Head Island during the winter, we discovered in the kitchen of our rental cottage two motley green plastic cups which we immediately expropriated for use in the bathroom. The advantage was the size and the material – no threat of breaking glass in the sink. As you might well imagine, we hadn’t a collection of plastic glasses in our cupboards at home; so, today when shopping, we extended the customary tour to include the department of kitchen accessories. To our utter excitement, we located two reasonably sized glasses of clear plastic which have the appearance of antique glass! Imagine!
By this time it was bordering late Saturday afternoon. The sky had cleared; the streets were dry. The drive home from the city in our shiny automobile was a soothing end to what had been a rhythmic revolution throughout the day. We find ourselves relaxing in the little drawing room overlooking the rural landscape.