I wanted to put energy out into the world today. I wanted to do things, with no concern about how people would react. So I did.
1. I watched an erotic video. It was so cool. Clearly the couple loved each other very much.
2. I walked to the Belmont Diner. I could have driven. Three minutes compared to twenty. I love to walk, seeing the world unfold before me.
3. At the Diner, I met a woman and told her my name was George. Jean was sitting beside her, and laughed. She knew my name was really Oscar.
4. I had pancake and sausages. Pretty fatty, Bruce. Too bad, Bruce.
5. I waxed poetic with a fellow at the lunch counter about Tarandowah, the golf course I love. I talked about the beauty of the course, rather than scores and swings. He was willing to share his favourite hole (13) as I shared mine (14).
6. Back at home, I tried to figure out a grommet kit I’d bought, so I could line up my funky new shower curtain with the separately purchased liner. Couldn’t make head or tail of the instructions. Knocked on two neighbours’ doors for grommet relief. Borot sat on my porch and showed me what to do. Now I’m perfectly aligned with the universe.
7. It was cold. I drove to Tarandowah. I walked some fairways. I moseyed over to the farmer’s field beside the fifth fairway and searched for golf balls. I found ten. Yay!
8. I walked the fescue mounds by the 14th fairway. I found the highest spot on the course and drank in the 360° view. Then I sauntered over to a mound behind the 6th tee. From there I gazed out on eleven holes in the gathering gloom.
8. Back to the clubhouse at twilight. Nobody home. I sat on the patio in the dark and ate the second half of my Subway sub from yesterday. Cold cuts. I wanted to donate my balls to the club but I couldn’t find a bucket. Laid all seventeen on the patio by the front door. The pro will find them tomorrow morning.
9. Drove to Costco in London. My new sunglasses were ready. Was thrilled to put them on my nose but they weren’t much good in the dark.
10. I remembered my favourite Costco meal – $1.50 for a hot dog and drink. Too fatty. Ate it anyway.
11. Drove downtown to the Cuckoo’s Nest Folk Club. Sat entranced for two hours in the presence of a harpist from Ireland and a guitarist from England. How they traded melodies back and forth!
12. At the break between sets, I contemplated having a pint of Delirium Tremens beer (the best I’ve ever tasted). Decided no … too fatty. Had the DTs anyway.
Now I’m home, tap-tapping on the keys. You may be liking what I’m writing or maybe not. It doesn’t matter. I’m doing stuff. Stuff I want to do. Throwing myself into my local universe. Makes me happy.