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| Then - Arboledas, Estado de Mexico circa 1972 |
Rosemary and I have had daily breakfast in
bed for 15 years which was about when we first became subscribed to the New
York Times. We alternate as to who prepares it but recently we have been doing
it together. We have a nice whicker tray we purchased at Eaton’s all those years ago. The tray has
been getting heavier for two reasons.
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| Then - Rosa 'Brother Cadfael' August 2006 |
One we are getting older so the tray seems
heavier. The other is that the tray has a superfluity of vitamin bottles mostly
of the “natural” kind. There is zinc for this and magnesium for that.
Coming up the stairs with tray in hand is
becoming tougher. My knees are buckling and my arthritis has of late affected
my right knee.
But breakfast in bed with the NY Times and
our Vancouver Sun is still the best time of the day. I do not feel in the least
guilty about staying in bed to thoroughly read the Times. Rosemary is not quite
there and sometimes she writes on her to-do notebook for the day.
It doesn’t take much intelligence to figure
out that breakfast in bed might have to eventually be modified unless we can arrange
for the building of a dumb waiter.
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| Today - Rosa 'Brother Cadfael' |
Today I brought in what was left of Rosa ‘Brother
Cadfael’ (a delightful English Rose). I looked at it and before I scanned it
(and I must report that the scan is quite beautiful) I thought that the rose
represents me (I will not besmirch the youthful looks of my wife here). I am
not yet in W.H. Auden territory (as in facial territory) yet but I am getting
there.
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| November 1, 2013 |