The aim is perfection – no?
To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.
Winston Churchill
I had mom’s day off today and was able to get on my trusted friend (read: my bike) and sail on down to the lakefront and take a tour of old familiar haunts. The good news is the lake is still there and it is beautiful even though I haven’t seen it except for the last time I flew into New Orleans from New York. I drove out by the lake boathouses and most of them still look like Katrina hit yesterday albeit there are a few improved and one guy was out of his deck barbecuing mystery meat that smelled so delicious I felt like I could rise like Wimpy on the wafting smokey smell and touch down at his plate.
All the way back home I followed pelicans and egrets and other bikers along the bayou, through City Park, and back to the LaLa via the cul de sac where I was able to stop and chat with friends along the way. All lovely. I enjoyed myself immensely.
I got home and Tin was napping so T and I sat outside with the dogs enjoying the gulf breeze and the gorgeous day as a gaggle of girls arrived like a swarm and appropriated my neighbor’s bayou table and chairs. They kept looking at us and we kept looking back. When T went in to get her lunch, two were walking their dogs and they were staring now, not just looking, and I waved and they waved back.
One walked near the edge of the grass and said, “I’ve just been admiring your house. It is so, what can I say, it is so perfect. And you sitting there on the porch, with the dogs, and the bayou in front, you just really have the life. You are living the perfect life.”
And I said, “So it would seem.” And smiled.