Morning Ramble

The remarkable activity that is blogging allows us to share the wonders of our wisdom with all those people out there, wherever they may be – wonders that they may have spent their whole lives not knowing they had missed.

For instance, just this morning I got into the shower with my spectacles on.
Oh, those first few moments of panic, when you think “have I gone blind?”– “is this the way the world ends?”
Like Lou Reed would say, “O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”

Now here we are at 7am. It’s February – the hottest month (except it’s not – that was December and January this season). Yes, the hottest month was two months.
Sweating on top of hot sheets in the gentle breezes of the quietly humming fan. I sweat and twitch, too well bred to exercise weakness of character by turning on the air-conditioner.

Besides, with the air-conditioner working, the windows would be closed, and who can sleep with the windows closed? – with the walls pressing in in the darkness – with the night taking on a threatening solidity, unknown ghosts of midnight invading and whispering and chuckling in the closed oppressive gloom – who could sleep in such darkness?

The galahs were disturbed all night last night – quarrelling sleepily in the trees. Even the birds are tired of Summer changes.
It’s the changing climate you know.

I might pop out soon for coffee and breakfast. Even in times of uncertainty there are cafes.
“O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”

Even Bo Derek Only Scored 10! (me waiting for coffee photographed by my Joy)

The Destination Can Be Better Than The Journey

Tuesday Morning – Fox thoughts on exercise.

The GP looked over his specs at me and he said, “I prescribe for you – more exercise! … More exercise or you’ll die!”

Well, I can take a hint.

But he is a nice man, the Dr., he isn’t one of those rabid neo-exercise-tastless-lycra-gymjunkie-sweat nazis … he is a man of taste, a man of culture, a man who likes Dr Who – he understands the ageing body. “Walk … walk long … walk steadily” he said.

So I am walking morningly, longish and steadyish.

I even purchased a pair of walking shoes – a hard purchase for someone who despises exercise as much as I despise all forms of unnecessary exercise (except for mental intellectual exercise of course … and that and physical exercise so often seem to be mutually exclusive things, alas.)

So I walk … one walking shoe on each arthritic foot – one arthritic foot in front of the other.

It’s not all sweat. There are birds to watch … magpies to annoy … flowers to smell … small dogs to pat … large dogs to avoid.

And then, after the weary kilometres there is the destination … always the same destination.

The smells and sounds of a favourite cafe – the welcoming chairs, the clean tables, the luxurious brew.

Espresso in a double shot.

Ahhh.

Dr, your prescription isn’t all bad.

“Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that beauty draws for me”. (William Henry Davis, not Fox)