Mr N. writes, “OUT FOR A WALK”

What a morning! It’s like that song in ‘Oklahoma’, ‘Oh what a beautiful morning; everything’s going my way’ . There was Gordon McRae singing away. I must go out! Besides, walking is the best way to exercise. When my visitor comes, I’m sure we can do at least a mile and get a coffee too.
I better turn on the t.v. and check the weather channel. I think it must be in the 70’s.
I want to go to the Cathedral garden. I think the lilies are in full bloom. After that we can go for the coffee, maybe at that place on the Columbia campus, near the Jefferson statue; quiet and among green trees and lawns in middle campus. The coffee is OK, too. If that’s too crowded, maybe we can sit out at Nussbaum and Wu or Il Cibreo under the blue sky and see who else is out on Broadway.
Beforehand, I must go to the toilet and put on sun screen. I’ll wear long sleeves, too; keeps the sun off my arms. If I can find it, I have a straw hat that has a wide brim to keep the sun out of my eyes.
I hate crossing the street because I’m so slow. I think drivers see what is what and wait for slowpokes like me to make it across, but a few may not like it if they’re in a hurry. Ironically, those very drivers may feel rattled in 50 years from now when they’re crossing the street at a snail’s pace too! If only they realized.
I hear the doorbell. “Yes, who is it? Oh, it’s you, Liz, come in.” I’m going to wear these sneakers, comfortable and sure, no slipping on the pavement. But, I’m not going to wear my hearing aids. They’re too noisy in the traffic. Okay, we’re all set now. So…Gordon McRae, here I come.