But this day offered me some “unusuals” as well. I washed the deck window and discovered that I’m terrible at it. Um, no surprise there. A woman was doing yoga on the beach. Um, maybe that’s a possibility for next year.
I lost my keys while on my walk. Um, I still can’t believe it. But I didn’t panic, maybe because I remembered where I had hidden the spares to both the cottage and my car; or maybe because I have internalized some of the 3Ss. Anyway, I calmly called the police, and after describing a yellow key tag, a Toyota key gizmo, and a waterlogged CVS card, the officer calmly told me, “I have them right in front of me. You can pick them up here.” Of course I had no idea where “here” was, but no cause for panic. Would you believe that the police station is less than a quarter of a mile from the cottage, in easy walking distance?
As I sit here on the deck watching my final evening come, I do believe that I have internalized some of the 3Ss. Yes, silence, solitude and simplicity have become part of me during these sixty-three days at my cottage by the sea--which means that I should be able to create some variation wherever I go. I’ll keep you posted.