It’s a rainy day in New York. I’ve been out photostrolling for the last couple of hours, nothing was holding this girl back today. I would have paddled a rowboat round town to get my photo fix.
Just finished a pineapple juice with chunks of the fresh fruit in it. My trusted fork speared every bit right up. I also had a veggie dish – my first meal of the day. It was delicious, but it’s gone and made me so drowsy.
Uncle Peter keeps coming to mind. Today would have been his 67th birthday. Last night I realized he’s gone nearly seven years. Just a little scary how quickly the turns round the sun go. Warp speed you know what I mean?
The couple at the next table is very very Aussie. He’s much older than his companion, and obviously dotes on her. I’m getting a kick out of how he hangs on her every word. If he leans any further over the table he will land in her entree. But them again that’s how it works doesn’t it.
Years ago an acquaintance lost a girl friend just about 30 years his junior. She was 19, and he sold everything to follow her to New York. She dropped him flat within a couple of months. His bubble was broken like I had never seen before. It put him in the hospital. Friends feared it would cost him his life. Finally one day I got him on the horn, and hollered at him good. It was just too much boo hop for just too long.
“Look I know you are all busted up that you lost your girl, but we both know that if she has been 46 instead of 19 you would be fine by now.
You just don’t have her to show off to your dopey middled aged pals!”
There was a moment of absolute silence. Suddenly I felt like the meanest person on earth. And then he laughed, then I began to laugh, and we laughed till we just about couldn’t breath.
Okay, gotta scoot.
Enjoy your Sundays.
