A Wasted Day

No alarm clocks, it’s holiday time. The sun is high when I wake up, feeling heavy, like a lead weight.

The sounds of life outside my walls are less and fainter than usual. The roads carry less cars. Most people are also on vacation.

The grey lourie cackles loudly. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard any Hadedas lately. Where have they gone? Have the louries chased them away to gorge uninterrupted on ripe figs hanging low on the tree? They will have to contend with me because I have plans for those figs.

Not much happens during the day, looking for cool places to escape the wall of heat outside the door. As I dive into the clear water of the pool I remember that I haven’t had much to eat, the morning coffee and toast long gone. A cool apple cider and a plate filled with cashew nuts, granny smith apple wedges and provita with mozzarella cheese, I sit in the shade of a tree looking at the thunder clouds overhead, pondering. Are they staying or passing by, to spill over and crash someplace else?

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” ? Bill Watterson

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