It would serve me as well to get up in the morning and just tie the laces of both shoes together, knot them up good, as it does to get up thinking only and entirely about my legs, how they feel, how they work, how well I may or may not be able to lift them and, oh, that it is really humid and I think all my joints are swollen.
How to be the loving parent and not the punishing, arm-yanking, belittling kind (ugh) when the mind acts like an out-of-control child. Let us leave it at this: I have a lot more to learn than how to move my body differently. Complete transformation, head first. What good fortune to have a wise, patient and humor-inspired teacher. Some days are diamonds, some days are not quite diamonds. xo
Before parting ways after their meeting at the tea shop, Mr. Guscott and Mr. Apotienne had exchanged phone numbers, anticipating conversations to come. It was not until they left the shop that the sudden shift of weather became obvious. Mr. Guscott was quartered a bit inland from the Cove, finding the the heat and the fields and their crops sources of comfort. Mr. Apotienne had an open-ended rental on a shore-front cottage that seemed to attract the wind, the fog, the rain when it came, and he found some of the window latches painted shut, so long had it been since anyone had thought to throw them open to a balmy afternoon.
When Mr. Apotienne, on his fact-finding and weight-maintaining walk, heard the rumor of a sale on Hawaiian shirts, he tried and located Mr. Guscott in his suite and suggested they track down the seller as The Reading Man wished to add something festive and a lot cooler to his wardrobe if there were to be outdoor movies and who-knew-what. The excitement had already taken on a fork-in-the-socket buzz that suggested a collective twitch among inhabitants and visitors to the region. The men agreed to meet in an hour, by which time they hoped to know just where to find some island finery.