"Can't come over again today," Rosa said over the phone. "You know who is coming over."
"Okay," I said as I began to sulk knowing she meant her daughter and granddaughter.
I hung up the phone and ambled into the kitchen to get some breakfast started. I so wanted Rosa to come and I was so disappointed. I am suffering from a terrible rash of loneliness lately.
After breakfast, which was some eggs and toast, I gathered myself after a shower and set out for my morning walk. Through my neighborhood I traversed noticing the beauty all around me. My father keeps telling me I should be in prison for drinking and driving and I have been giving myself pep talks about how nice it is to not to be in prison.
"You wouldn't have enjoyed that squirrel in the tree or this cigarillo," I told myself as I walked. "You would be stuck in a cell all day with nothing to do, but waste time."
These pep talks seem to help and I was soon walking with a renewed vigor in my steps. My elderly black friend was sitting back out on his porch this morning. When he spoke to me, I stopped to talk.
"Cool morning," he said.
"It got down to 45 degrees last night," I replied. "Autumn is here."
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Andrew," I replied. And I said my last name.
"Do you walk every morning?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Most mornings. I walk to pass the time."
"Most people walk for exercise," he said as he smiled.
"I can be kind of odd," I replied, smiling back.
"Well, you have a nice morning," he said, lighting up a cigar.
I bid him farewell and continued on with my walk. Down into downtown I traversed -- the old part of downtown now almost dead. It the center of the square is a fountain and I walked across and sat next to it listening to the water gurgle. It seemed to be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the middle of this dead downtown. One lone bastion of beauty amid floundering commerciality.
"Your lucky," I told myself. "Lucky to be experiencing these things. Lucky to be alive and healthy. You have a beautiful day ahead of you."
I felt so much better as I walked home eager to write about this morning. So glad to talk to my elderly friend. So glad to experience the water fountain. So glad to have my cigarillos to smoke. So glad to not be in jail as my father keeps reminding me.