Getting things ready for future growth involves preliminary groundwork. Reliably matters have already hardened with the expiation of time and the descent to habit. For some reason there is a perceived state of happiness when things are undisturbed. Nonetheless it is a competing character of human nature to adopt differences. These in turn precipitate messing with the surface, planting new seeds, tilling the soil, arranging for the prospect of change. It is an expedition requiring effort.  It keeps the blood moving and sometimes tingles the surface.

Contradiction of any order comes with a cost. Whether we know it or not, we’re commonly reluctant to change.  The static account is a form of inertia, a solidity which is often characterized as traditional, classic, routine or stubborn. It’s the old dogs and new tricks business which hampers the process. Yet every year we happily endure and poetically exalt the change of seasons from winter to spring to summer to fall. But when the format is applied to our personal growth and evolution it can be a different story, one which is fraught with disinclination and resistance of unparalleled limits.

Today we reckoned with several formidable states of being. One, the appropriate mobile phone account, an undertaking limp from the priority of salesmanship by the phone company.  We did however succeed to bypass the seemingly unending springboards for retail options; and, by application of certainty and deliberation achieved the desired goal. Two, a more agreeable transformation with the building superintendent who cautiously embraced the 2 separate categories of review (the apartment door lock and a hanger for the car charger). We yet await the conclusion of the latter request but the prospect is good.  And finally three, a scheduled attendance with my family physician who referred me in his absence to his trusted RN. The nurse redeemed herself entirely from the enforced substitution by accurately diagnosing (at least by my assessment as the patient) what has for months virtually paralyzed me.  The interpretation of the symptoms is – as one might expect – commonsense. But until now – by moderate but exceedingly practical investigation – it had escaped identity.

One last note of significance: I bought an electric tricycle today from Derand West in the Carlingwood Mall. Fortunately I had reviewed the numerous options online before attending at the shop.  And because I had also spoken on the telephone with the sales agent, I was alerted to what might be the ideal choice for my needs.  Accordingly I was sold from the moment I entered the store.  It’s called an Ecolo Cycle Pronto. That’s about all I recall of its identity, apart from having tried removal of the battery and adjustment of the seat. Handling gears and power operations were a walk-through only. Apparently the driver educates me upon delivery of the trike (which still has to be collected from Montréal where the supplier is headquartered then properly assembled).

I would be remiss were I to fail to mention our further decision to stop at Colonnade pizza emporium on Carling Avenue. Our large Italian salad and combination medium pizza with anchovies was divine! Excellent service as well. Having that exact meal – as we have so often done – brought back memories of  similarly spontaneous outings as well as scheduled chatty congregations with friends.

And to top it all off the weather today was sublime! The slow drive home along my beloved Appleton Side Road clinched it all. Did I mention the Tim Horton donuts?