I like ordering books from Amazon.ca. The service is exquisite, the speed supersonic.
Months ago now, I ordered a philosophical tome written by Ken Wilber, one of my favourite writers. What showed up was a journal written by Martin Heidegger, a German philosopher. Oh well, at least the content was in the ballpark.
Actually the book that arrived came from an Amazon reseller in England. When I told them of the mistake, they apologized and got the correct book off to me that day. As for Mr. Heidegger, “Don’t mail it back to us. Sell it or give it away.” Okay, I’ll do that – the giving away part.
I love going to concerts and brunches at a small white church on Toronto Island. At the entrance to Algonquin Island, where lots of folks live in cute cottages, is a wooden structure. It’s usually full of shelved books and hanging clothes. A “Take one … leave one” concept. Perfect. Martin will have a new home.
Two weeks down the road, I’d be making the two hour drive to Toronto for Island music. Drop it off. At the appointed time, I nudged Scarlet eastward but the book managed to stay in my living room. Nuts!
A month or more after that, a string quartet was to grace St. Andrew-by-the-Lake Church. This time I was smart. I placed Martin in the back seat. In Toronto, I parked at the train station and whisked myself off to the platform. Downtown was a mere 25 minutes away. Peering out the train window as neighbourhoods zoomed past, I realized I was bookless. Nuts again!
Okay, that brings us to yesterday. Another Sunday, another quiche and string quartet. I took a little backpack with me and stuffed it full of philosophy before leaving home. At the train station, the straps went around my shoulders.
I walked from the ferry towards Algonquin Island. I climbed the cute stone bridge, and there waiting for me was the book shelter. Why is my heart pumping so madly? This is not exactly an aerobic activity.
I opened the backpack and gently pulled Martin out. I inserted him beside a cookbook. And stared. I was flooded with peace as the smile widened. Done. 100%. No unfinished business. Ahh …