Book Board Chat

My first house was in Queens, New York. I would walk home from the bus stop on a mild late summer afternoon, say "hello" to the deli and fruit stand owners as they stood outside their stores and pick up the afternoon newspaper on the corner newsstand. (Remember when the newspapers had a morning, afternoon and late night "bulldog" edition?) I did not do much outside yard work there. In later houses my wife may have come home with some plants and I would dig holes for them outside as my wife supervised. "Doesn't that make the patio look much nicer?"

It was somewhat "normal" to do yard work when I was much younger. Now I live in a condo and the yard work is done for me by the grounds' crew. I don't think I could do much of that outside work anymore, at least not without taking long breaks every few minutes. But, not to fear, my wife still finds work for me to do inside. "Why not break a hole in that wall, run some wire to an electric source and put a switch and light into that wall? I could use a light there." Okay I can still do stuff like that.

On a rainy day I would like to sit outdoors on my porch and read with the sound of the gentle rain falling down. Now I can sit on my enclosed balcony and see/listen to the rain falling down outside on the golf course. I am about to pick up my book, read and fall asleep into a gentle nap. Life is good.