Some of the best times can’t be planned as we all know, and since planning requires by definition that something actually transpires, my afternoon wouldn’t have qualified in any case. I had a great time doing almost nothing at all, and yet was still keenly aware of the glory that is leisure time.
A few days ago I walked the 4-mile round trip to the public library, and was delighted to find a new book by John Gierach, the phenomenal guru of the philosophy of fly-fishing, or possibly the guru of a philosophy of life contemplated while fly-fishing. He’s an extremely gifted writer, and I walked home holding the fresh volume, No Shortage of Good Days, with an anticipatory grin.
Today was a complete and utter break from a summer of heat and drought, and there was a cool breeze even while in the sun. The deck was inviting, and I opened the big, red umbrella with the intent of putting my feet up and reading. I clipped and lit an Oliva G-series cameroon cigar, a brand that my neighbor Dave introduced me to last year as a birthday gift, and if he’s reading, I’ll make clear that a few of those would be welcome this year as well.
Another treat to get me through the afternoon was a six-pack of San Pellegrino limonata, a favorite lunchtime beverage from my elementary school days in Rome. I’m certain I hadn’t enjoyed one since those halcyon days in the old country, a day much like the one I was embedded in this afternoon. I read, puffed and sipped in peace without even the sound of a mower on the street, and before I knew it I had moved through the book so quickly that I forced myself to close it and save some for my business trip this week. After all, the first Sunday of pro football was waiting for me inside. I really enjoy having a day with no plans.
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