I am well known among my readers for being a prolific producer of pontifical prognostications – or, more simply, a writer of daily essays.  But I really am lazy.  Let me tell you why.

Yesterday we were called and told that the hot pool was too cool for us to come but we had elected not to go to our exercises anyway.  Carol had another skin tear caused when she made a fast turn away from the check out counter and encountered a glass divider.  It pulled back the skin on her arm. She quickly clamped down on the torn skin and with first aid and then more careful attention at home it was thoroughly bandaged.  No swimming for a while.

In any event, I stayed home yesterday morning because I had elected to be the monitor for the people upstairs whose air-conditioner had frozen up.  I needed to be on hand for the PRIDE repair man to come to check his original visit’s discovery of the iced parts.  He found that the filter was clogged and this was the major problem.  It was easily taken care of by his going down to the hose in the Garbage Room and hosing it down.  Then he went up to the roof to recharge the Freon or whatever and it was done.

O.K., so I’m not so lazy.  I was there to empty the bucket, let him in and the air-conditioning was repaired AND I went back to my book.  In fact, although I wrote a piece and checked out the computer I never put the television on and, just read.  It was great.

Carol and I choose some days not to go to the movies and either to read or to watch some of the rare good movies on TV. These are lazy days that Carol patented when she was the girls head counselor and camp director at SCATICO.  Breaks in busy working days are necessary but sometimes the breathlessness of doing things well and swiftly make the time fly and we really don’t know how exhausting life can be.

I find that I can ride my bike for a ten or more mile stretch and then go on to complete a full day of doing “things”.  The days we exercise either in the hot pool or in the rehab are not quite as exhausting as the ones where we get in the car and get out to shop or to eat.  The hot weather here in Florida accounts for some of the ennui we sometimes feel.  Carol can come back from bridge drained in her job of being counselor and confidant to some of the ladies and their problems.  I can be run ragged by attending to the myriad details in dealing with Condominium problems – and, in trying to finish the paper on CONDOMINIUM AS DYSTOPIA – a self-appointed job that seems to never end for the problems in our condominium never end. Both of us are now out two and three nights a week rehearsing with the Choir for the High Holy Days.

At our age we need lazy days.