When the day was new and shortly before the hour repeated, I was walking down a city street in Louisville. Dried, brown, fallen leaves blanketed the sidewalk and nearby strips of grass that ran in front of the buildings and my boots crunched noisily as I moved. I was with my good friend of many years, Bill, and a relatively new friend of ours, Rob. Rob, it turns out, served in Iraq at the same time I was there and we even knew some of the same people. Bill, a handsome and popular man in the city, and I have become much better friends these past few weeks, even though we’ve known each other for over seven years.
I often refer to Bill as the “one that got away”.
At the end of our walk, our destination was my truck, where I lent Bill a movie, he gave me a great big hug and kiss, and I drove away. A stop at the local grocery store once I crossed the river and an hour later I was home.
I slept. I woke up.
I’m afraid my day wasn’t productive in the least. Laundry was folded and dishes were washed and put away, but nothing was truly accomplished. Somedays, it never is.
The most accomplished was the purchase of three items from Amazon. A Book on health, a movie, The Hogfather, based upon the novel of the same name by Terry Pratchett, and a piece of exercise equipment to improve my flexibility.
That day, Sunday, the second of November, is over now by nearly an hour, and I’m sitting at the computer, looking at meaningless mens’ sites before retiring to my bed, with a glass of blueberry-pomegranate juice already poured into a reproduction 1st Century CE wine cup and a paperback novel by Laruel K. Hamiliton. The dog is already asleep and snoring in his bed.