Afternoon Delight

dragonflies matingI worked at my keyboard for three straight hours each day of this vacation,  but then I did nothing.

By nothing I mean I sat on the deck and read my book called Titan, the new biography of John D. Rockefeller with his long skinny face. (I’m just on page 21 of its 800 pages but it’s a start!)

I read this for an hour sitting up. Then I turned over onto on my stomach and read some more, now on the fully collapsed lawn chair with the book on the floorboards beneath me. 

Then I fell asleep for 90 minutes.

On waking, I made a tuna sandwich without the bread or mayo which is a little like eating salty sawdust but never mind.  

I also made a protein shake using as its base 8 ounces of strong coffee, a cup of ice cubes, a scoop of  chocolate flavored protein and two  and a packets of Truvia, the natural non-caloric non-sugar that would put a smile on the face of dead man.

THEN I went back out to my lawn chair on the deck and read  some more  on my Kindle this time, that old sob story of a novel The Prince of Tides by by Pat at Conroy, made into a movie starring Blythe Danner, Nick Nolte and Barbra Streisand. I have read both this book before, which vacation is for. 🙂

It’s true that since last Sunday I have I logged in about 25 hours of work for the organization that lately claims all my heart and many of my waking hours, but really I mostly just walked a little and looked out at the water.

Around noon yesterday, a ruckus broke out on the deck next, like the sound of  a tiny helicopter crashing. I looked down and behold: it was two tiny helicopters crashing:  Two dragonflies, mating.

The sight of them brought to mind the e.e. cummings poem I so I loved in high school about what a fine thing it is  when two creatures mate on your premises. These dragonflies whirred and fluttered and remained locked together for four or five minutes before the male flew off, leaving the female still and dazed.

I have felt that way too this week: Still and dazed. It’s my one week off in the summer and I’m making the most of it. My man is outside for five of our 16 waking hours every day working,working, working on his ministry of weeding and when he comes inside in the world’s filthiest T-shirts and dirt in his teeth I can see he is one happy man. I’m happy too.  Once in a while I guess we all just need change of pace.

And here’s e.e. cummings from a different poem, speaking for me again:

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

sweatshirt, railing and wee  weeding man
a sweatshirt, a railing and a wee weeding man bending over his trash can. (I’ll take the 800 page book ;-))
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7 thoughts on “Afternoon Delight

  1. i would be alongside dave and the dirt and the weeds… i wish i had the discipline to actually sit and read more…i lost that somewhere. maybe it’s the ants in my pants that may be causing the ruckus.

    1. well Nic you are a runner is all. A runner runs..
      I was born to read I think. Grew up in a house with 5 grwonups, most born before central heating, all with their noses in books …:-)

  2. No mention of sunscreen. How did you sleep like that without getting a burn?
    You brought back many good memories of “Kykuit”. Thanks for the launch.

    1. I vaguely remember spraying something around on my back.. The truth is, the sun is weaker now, much as we hate to admit it.

      I had to look up that word Kykuit, the Rockefeller estate? and you have been there? Today if I could do anything at all I would just read that book and walk in these cool winds we are meant to have later…

      I wish we could have seen you up north. It wasn’t until I reread your earlier comment that I realized you guys too might have been around there…

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