Caring and sharing

What a topsy-turvy day the first of February was. I had a “free” day: simply the absence of any and all formal arrangements – still a lot to do, but nothing obligatory.

I was slow to get up for my coffee.

I had thought to eventually make the rounds of some of my favorite places throughout the canton such as the recycling center to drop off paints and the like that can’t be left on the curb, to take the sack of gathered items to the Salvation Army and the like, but already before leaving for the village I had nixed all that in favor or a quiet day in and around home.

So: few clients in the mini-mart and I was able to have coffee with the owner who shared some of his dreams. A client came in who had forgotten his wallet (on bike) – no problem I applied the concept of a “forgotten coffee” or whatever it is that they call it. The client in turn helped the owner pick up the models on the sidewalk that started falling over in the wind. An invitation for fondue was received – and accepted.  What else will the day bring? It is sometimes marvelous to go with the flow!

So in honor of “getting something done” after making my lunch date I decided to run a few errands including making the mad dash to the complex in the next village down to post a letter to a good friend: I was only a couple of months behind! That had me running into yet more acquaintances and had me late for lunch. Wanted to let H know, but, oops had left my cell phone at home. So had to swing by the house to leave the groceries then send a quick text to apologize. By the time I got there it was almost 13:00. Never mind H had also wanted to call me and say that he was running late, but didn’t have time! He needed to do a couple more things before our fondue – no problem; two of the City Councilors that I know were chatting in the rear so I joined them.

H eventually did get the fondue done – we had a delightful meal and were only “bothered” a couple of times by real clients. However, by the time we finished, it was going on 15:00 and I had eaten enough to need a nap.

The evening was much quieter, but the next day I first had a political coffee, ie one to meet the candidates for our upcoming city elections, then the family was here for lunch – my late husband’s favorite: grilled chicken, brussel sprouts and rice with gravy to celebrate his life. It is hard to imagine that it has been twenty years!

I quickly went to the local bakery for a slice of cake to share with my current housemate before settling in at home.

All in all a very good time was had caring and sharing both the joys and the sorrows.