Routines change. While I once spent time in the hammock on the upstairs terraza, I now have a new routine, one that happened on its own.
The urge builds till about noon. I have previously wiped the glass-top table and web chairs on the yard patio, a morning chore, so all is ready by midday.
Having completed my internet chores, our morning plaza walk for exercise, a nice warm shower, cereal and vitamins at 11, that is when I do it.
I walk out to the yard patio casual-like, as if I have no grand purpose. I tote the Kindle, a little reading time, I tell myself. I sit and I read.
But not for long. Doze is what I mostly do, and it’s easy these October days. The green yard envelops me. The flowers bewitch me. The cool air caresses my aging flesh. I don’t last long. It’s better than a park bench.
There was a moment yesterday that said it all. A good photographer with a fancy camera would have seized that moment and captured it.
Luckily, I was not dozing. My eyes were open, and I told myself: What a great spot to live. How sweet not to have a job.
I am a lazy boy, and I like it.
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(Note: The wall in the photo sits in the yard. The ivy grows thicker and greener by the year. Ask the monkey and the swan.)