I've always felt that morning is the canvas on which nature paints its masterpiece and this particular morning did not disappoint. It's important on a day like this to pay close attention to what's happening outside one's head. Only in that way can the day remain fresh and bright.
My stroll around Brunswick Forest can be relied upon to get the day off to a good start and then a cup of steaming Jah's mercy from the local beanery helps to give momentum to the joyful beginnings.
Now, I'm not absolutely certain of the original source, but I think the odds are in favor of it being one of Shakespeare's gags, that just as one is thinking It's a wonderful world, the Fate sisters are waiting around the corner with a bit of lead pipe.
It's widely known among friends, that where others fall victim to subterfuge and misdirection, I take immediate action! Catherine I of Russia did the same I'm told. And so it was with me the work of an instant to get myself to Native Grounds for a steaming cup of fresh brewed.
I hoped to find my god-niece Lupe and her roommate Claudia among those present and enjoying the globally grown but locally roasted. They were there. It was beginning to look like a beautiful day for the duration.
For those of you who visit The Circular Journey daily, you will understand just how juicy the day had become when I tell you that when finding the two members of the inner circle waiting for me, Princess Amy began singing the Louis Armstrong version of What A Wonderful World.
I consider Lupe, a young geezer of fifteen years, to be my most trusted confidant and advisor. You may think her a bit young to fill such an important role but I've learned that by the age of eleven or twelve women have acquired a poise and understanding of the absurdities of life that men can only hope to achieve somewhere in their mid-seventies.
And this Lupe is one of the masters. I doubt she's ever encountered a charging rhinoceros, and probably will never have the pleasure, but if she did, I have no doubt the animal, under her steadfast gaze, would stop in mid-stride, roll over, and begin purring with its legs in the air.
"Hello, Genome," said Claudia, "join us."
I consider Lupe, a young geezer of fifteen years, to be my most trusted confidant and advisor. You may think her a bit young to fill such an important role but I've learned that by the age of eleven or twelve women have acquired a poise and understanding of the absurdities of life that men can only hope to achieve somewhere in their mid-seventies.
And this Lupe is one of the masters. I doubt she's ever encountered a charging rhinoceros, and probably will never have the pleasure, but if she did, I have no doubt the animal, under her steadfast gaze, would stop in mid-stride, roll over, and begin purring with its legs in the air.
"Hello, Genome," said Claudia, "join us."
"Wow," said Lupe, "you look like something the dog dragged in and intended to bury later on when it had the time."
"And a bright good morning to the both of you," I said. "And Lupe I'm going to take your remark as one of those friendly little jabs that we sometimes cough up to those we love the most."
"Okay," she said.
"I'll order coffee now," I said, "and give you two time to prepare yourselves to counsel and advise. I'm tied in a Gordian knot and need a little unraveling. It seems that every day I know less and less about more and more."
"What's the knot?" asked Claudia.
"What's the knot?" asked Claudia.
"It's about a decision I have to make," I said, "and there are very good consequences and potentially uncomfortable consequences no matter which option I choose."
"Oh, good," said Claudia.
"Good?" I said. "Would you call it good?"
"Oh look," Lupe said, "Don't overthink it." To paraphrase Shakespeare, If you're going to do a thing, you might as well do it now and get it over with."
"But it seems the most prudent thing to do would be to make a list of the pros and cons and see how the thing adds up," I said.
"Nope," she said.
"Nope?" I said.
"When young people face life-changing choices, they do it with their entire future ahead of them. Their decision can be made without anxiety and trepidation.
But when someone old, like you," and at this juncture in the monologue she gave me a sidelong glance as if to see how I was taking it. She continued, "When someone old is faced with an uncomfortable choice, the mixture of future and past only makes knowing what to do all that more difficult."
"So you're saying I should stop analyzing and just get on with it," I said.
"Yeah," she said, "and if it doesn't work out, you can feel confident in changing your mind and trying something else. Simple"
"Simple for you maybe," I said. "I understand your point, and I suppose I approve in principle, the broad, general idea."
"Well, there you go then," said Claudia.
"But when it comes to actually doing the thing," I said, "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
"I understand," said Lupe.
"Yeah," said Claudia, "the same thing bothered Hamlet. But don't worry about it," she said. "Life is too short."
"Yeah," said Lupe. "So get going is my advice. I think Aunt Maggie said it best when she said, Once more unto the breach, or fill up the wall with our spent coffee grounds. Yoicks! Tally-ho! Hark for'ard!"
Over my head. Every bit of it. She had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye when she said it so I assume there's hidden meaning. If it has any meaning for you, leave a comment below.
The only bit I got was the bit about get going and when this young savant says get going, you get going.
Still, I wasn't in a cheery mood as I made my way out into the great wide open. It was only with some small satisfaction that I realized the street was fairly empty. Only one long, dark sedan cruised slowly up Castle Street with the volume turned up to about an 8 on the Richter Scale.