Wednesday, November 18, 2020
This morning I was recalling the day, six years ago, when we bought a brand-new 2014 Toyota Camry, and I remember thinking its sleek, silvery look made the day feel especially smooth. Partly because the car seemed to shine more than most as we drove it home, the whole afternoon appeared to proceed in a streamlined way. Minutes came and went like graceful friends, and the sprinkling rain had a stylish look across the town. At home, our late-season lawn had a glossy look to it, and the almost bare tree limbs somehow looked silky. I think we both felt more sophisticated, more stylish, now that we had something suave and lustrous sitting in our driveway.
No new car today, but I suspect we’ll still see some suave and lustrous things throughout the day.
The rest of the day was, indeed, sleek, and in the most commonplace ways. Delycia and I worked on some financial matters for nearly an hour, and we did it in a smooth and poised manner, just dollar-skaters skimming easily across the ice. Our dinner was simple but stylish: tasty leftovers while sitting together in the sunshine from the windows. And now, the slow, graceful, twinkling trip toward sleep has begun.