Fortunate One

(Apologies to Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Fortunate Son," 1969 song.)

With the house off limits, I had thought to take my porch guest up to Bones, a local watering hole, for lunch.  They have outdoor seating and it was a nice day (again).  When Lorraine started unloading the trunk of her car in the morning, I realized there would be a change of plans.  Ohmigosh, prosciutto, fancy salami, umpteen different cheeses, crackers, chocolate-dipped figs...a veritable feast!  She even brought fancy treats for Michael, and potted flowers for me.  Needless to say, we lunched al fresco, sharing her largess, taking our time and talking for hours.  I hadn't seen Lorraine for years and we had a lot of catching up to do.

Michael did what Michael does.  He politely accepted a treat, made sure our guest was welcome, and excused himself to go back in the house.  I think he finds people talk boring.

When the sun moved overhead and started heating the porch, it was time for Lorraine to leave and for me to take a well-fed nap.

It was a good day and I was, indeed, a fortunate one.

Stay safe.  Be well.