Thursday, May 5, 2016
The Perfect Day
"It's such a perfect day," Lou Reed famously sang -- and that's what we had yesterday. The sun was out, it was warm, and Olga lay in the garden on the grass and sunbathed like she couldn't quite believe it.
Like the protagonist in Lou's song, I spent much of my perfect day with my significant other, sitting with him morning and evening at the hospital. (The locale, admittedly, not so perfect.) I went home in the middle of the day to do a zillion things and give him a chance to rest.
For one thing, I put on my rarely used gardening gloves and planted some plants. Dave bought several before he got sick that we hadn't had a chance to get in the ground, so I took care of that. We have a back corner of the garden that we've decided not to mow, to let the grass get long and provide a home for insects. I planted a few wildflowers in that area.
I also washed our sheets and my bathrobe -- things that are normally hard to dry in the dryer, but which I could hang outside on this perfect day! I went grocery shopping. I bought some aromatic sachets to keep moths out of our closets.
Finally, I went to the post office. This is kind of a strange story: About a week ago, I was walking Olga when I found a USB thumb drive on the sidewalk. It seemed in good condition and I suspected someone dropped it, so I went home and plugged it into my computer. (Yes, I know, it could have contained some terrible hacker virus, but I have a Mac, I didn't plan to click on any executable files and I was willing to risk it.)
It contained pictures and documents related to a mass transit company in Bordeaux, France. It didn't contain a name, but I contacted the company through its web site and someone connected my e-mail with the owner of the drive, which had indeed been lost. He expressed amazement that someone found it and took the time to track him down. So, long story short, I mailed him his drive. (I offered to send the data by dropbox, but I guess he wanted the actual device back.)
It's worth mentioning that my communication with this company was in French! So my French classes are apparently having some benefit -- no one wrote, "Sacre bleu! Your French is horrible!"
Today, back to work!