I made the most of the holiday I think. I did Nia, the dance class at the Y that I love most of all. Then I drove two towns over to drop the legs of an old 1920s table off at Michael’s house. (And it’s not just any table; it’s the table once belonging to Michael’s great grandmother when she a new bride in this new bustling country. I will maybe also say it’s not just any Michael but my own Michael, my own final child, a child no longer alas alas.)
Here he is with Old Dave a few years back:
Anyway I had refinished the table legs for him and was carrying them up his driveway to leave on his back porch. It’s a pretty tight fit with his car right there as you can see…..
….And somehow my back pocket got caught on the faucet and SHOT a world of water all down the inside of my pants.
That was pretty funny, if damp. I don’t have a picture of my pants but here at the top is a picture of the table legs where you may or may not be able to see the drops of water.
They got wet too.
Then … it was back to my house to collect these two guys so we could have lunch together and they could carry a big seven-foot long buffet from the cellar and put it in the back of the Red Dragon here. Machias is one the left, striking a pose for fun. Gamaral is just looking grave and intelligent the way he always does.
That done, they played touch football out front, with three other boys and I went upstairs to write.
The clouds had come in by then but I was happy because I knew we were going to our girl Annie’s house for dinner as soon as I finished dropping the buffet off at her sister’ Carrie’s place. It was for Carrie’s sake that we hoisted that coffin of a buffet.
Annie fed us well – she always does. David left at 7:00 to play tennis and watch Monday Night Football with his pals but I stayed until almost 10:00.
So there it is, a day like many another day, with not much work and many small pleasures.
Glad to have had it I was. Glad enough too, I guess, to be returning to work today, rainy day or not.