This morning on my walk, I crossed paths with No Man Lord who was probably walking down to the convenience store. He was walking on the opposite side of the road from the sidewalk and I have no idea why but as we drew closer together he began crossing the road and we exchanged greetings and I said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said.
Now listen. There have been times when he and I have crossed paths and he absolutely ignored my presence. This is not rudeness, I do not think. It is simply the way he is. I am part of his world but not really part of his world. But today he seemed downright affable.
"How is Pinot?" I asked him. "I know he had an accident and I haven't seen him."
"Yeah, he fell out. He's in the nursing home in Monticello."
"Fell out?" I asked.
"He does that sometimes. Just falls out. Hits his head on the cement, bruises up his arms..."
"I don't know if he had a stroke this time or what."
As we were talking, I was really looking at his face and I tell you- if I were a portrait painter, I would want to paint him. His face is absolutely beautiful. It's like it holds the whole of human history in it. Again, it's hard to explain.
But I swear- if the right artist painted him and you saw the portrait, you might find yourself crying and have no idea why.
We said our good-byes and he even told me that he was glad to see me out walking. It's the way of our little world here- just as I have noticed NOT seeing Pinot, he has noticed not seeing me.
It's so windy and has been all day long. Gusts so strong that the fact that the clothes I hung on the line didn't blow away is a testament to my pinning ability. We're supposed to get rain starting tonight and then more wind and more rain and possible tornadoes and gusts up to forty or more miles per hour and so forth. No doubt we will lose power although we won't with our generator. And who knows? Sometimes the lines will fool you, holding on during the craziest storms and then going out in a dead calm. I guess trees can fall over any time. At the very least, I imagine we'll have plenty of branches and twigs down by this time tomorrow. Mother Nature sure does know how to prune a tree.
I've stayed pretty busy all day long. I cleaned all the window sills in my bathroom which was a desperately needed job and washed the sort-of curtains I have hanging in the east windows. I ironed them and rehung them. The way that bathroom was built is so crazy. It used to be part of a porch, the one we call the swing porch now, and they put windows on both walls that, if left uncurtained or without blinds of some sort, would expose the occupant of the bathroom to all and sundry in Lloyd.
I do love that bathroom and it is lovely, especially in the morning when the light pours in over the curtains but honestly, I can't even grow a plant in there because after an hour or so in the morning, it gets no direct light at all.
I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time, as so many things do.
Just lucky, I guess. As I so often am.