It was dark and lashing rain as I drove
across Bloor at 6:30 and I grumbled to myself. Mind you, that is my usual
response to early mornings, regardless of the weather. Things brightened - both
the sky and my mood - once I met up with the small but intrepid 7 o'clock gang.
As usual some of us were going further than
others. Three of us decided that to the washrooms and back would be just fine
and off we all went.
As usual the conversation ebbed and flowed,
circled and soared, covering everything from the wise to the silly and
everything in between. We talked about how humid air was good for the skin; how
annoying people are who don't do what they commit to and leave others to pick
up the slack; what we would name our dragon boat team if we had one
(DragonDames); the excitement of pending
vacations to exotic places (Peru and Ecuador); the power of the group dynamic
that got us all out on even inclement days and so on.
Breakfast was, as usual, absolutely delicious,
because we were hungry and had earned it. The conversation continued and turned
to how, in our maturity, we relished
sharing days just like the one we were experiencing. Let me quote JoAnne
in summing up how walking in good company sets the stage for a superb 'ordinary' day.
"Good for the body, good for the
soul".
