Every now and then I wallow in minutiae, although I’m not sure why. Perhaps it‘s because I’m a detail person at heart; maybe it’s because I was a freelance pen for hire for twenty-five years and still long for the exact word Or maybe it’s that my personality is anal in nature. I don’t know.
I do know I’m sitting at my computer wondering what to write, and it strikes me that this day — a Monday, the day after Valentine’s Day – has been filled with inconsequential experiences that have made it wonderful. Cases in point to follow:
I didn’t work for my employer at all. Although I love my job it was great to be off the grid, so to speak. Tomorrow I return to Fred Flare, Inc.
I played piano for an hour and a half before taking my regular Monday piano lesson; it proved the adage that a great practice is usually followed by a miserable lesson.
I really understand the musical construction of Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue.”
In anticipation of my hiking vacation in Italy in April, I started walking on the treadmill at the health club. It was a revelation in terms of what I should do between now and the trip. It was also a great time to read, which is something I probably won’t do as I’m hiking the Amalfi Coast.
I made a fruit salad that looked spectacular, especially when good fruit is difficult to come by this time of year. Earl tells me he’s letting it ‘marinate’ before sampling.
I called my older son, the one who is really a Renaissance Man. And I called him on his newly purchased cell phone. Of course, he didn’t answer. But . . . one step at a time. I too am cell phone challenged, so I feel a kinship to this son right now. In my voicemail message, I urged him to move to the next step. That’s the one where you actually take the phone with you and leave it on.
It’s now seven in the evening. The Olympics are front and center stage in the sport world; I’m reading a wonderful book; and we’re having beef tenderloin for dinner. It’s really the small things that are the best.
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