It is that lull time in the late afternoon. Even in the days of bustling everywhere throughout those days when we could, this time of day is another moment to…well, repair in both the current use and in my use of the word as used a while ago.

i only did some organizing kind of work with my book, and spent most of the day doing house fix-its, furniture repair, and my usual fussing around in the garage workshop without getting a whole lot done.

Then instead of my fartlek walk/run (and that’s a good, clean word, mind you), i cut my hair.  i mean cut. i hadn’t touched a hair above my neck since all of this hunkering down began six weeks ago until we got some wonderful news.

A number of the golf courses in Riverside County are open. It’s about an hour drive northeast from here, so we will be going up Wednesday for a round with the Toennies, our go-to-golf friends (and much more). Ahhh, golf. The restaurant and lodging remains closed, so it will be a day trip, a haul, but that’s okay. We can play golf and social…hell no, not social, physical distance ourselves as required.

My lack of attention to the tonsorial regimen was not to grow a beard. i’ve tried that numerous times and finally recognized there too many bare spots for it to look decent. And although i am no longer really vain, i do like to look decent in public. And social-physical distance or not, a golf round is out in public.

Since i gave up barbers quite a while ago and resorted to an electric razor for what is left, it didn’t take long.

When finished, i repaired to my home office where i am now. i am writing but i am reflecting. In case you don’t catch Facebook, my grandson, Samuel James Jewell Gander turned 13 today. Repaired is a good word for reflecting about Sam. Sam is a repairer of hearts. He may not know it, but he has been repairing hearts since the day he was born thirteen years ago. He has seven grandparents. They all are one when it comes to loving Sam.

i could go on, but i already have.

Six weeks is a long time to shelter in. Lots of folks, i noticed, are getting antsy. There is more getting out.

i have mixed emotions about that, but Wednesday, i’m getting out also.

Yet tonight, i don’t care. The Southwest corner is enjoying Southwest corner weather. Maureen is watching “Third Rock from the Sun” while she is fixing supper — man, i love that term “fixing supper;” it’s so much more descriptive than “cooking” although “cookin'” is a close second). And in my repairing and reflecting, i will get her classic, infectious laugh wafting into the office.

Sam’s birthday stoked up my reflecting. Last night set it up. Sarah recommended we watch “Field of Dreams” as our movie. We did. i blubbered again. Several times. That movie, as fanciful as it is, gets to me.

And boy, did i reflect, and wish. As i was doing this, Bill Davenport posted a photo on the Lebanon,TN & Wilson County, Past & Genealogy Facebook page. Reflection kicked into high gear. This was a special dining experience for us. Daddy would get us all in his ’48 dark green Pontiac sedan, and take us to this place. Incredible hamburgers and the best chocolate malts in the world EVER, as i noted on the Facebook post.

Sitting here after repairing, and reflecting on the world, i wish Shoeless Joe Jackson; Moonlight Graham; Terrence Mann; Ray, Annie, and John Kinsella were real, which should mean i could take Sam to Maple Hill Court for supper and let him have a chocolate malted milk. And you know what? i would let him play the pinball machine for a dime. My father wouldn’t let me play. He told me it was a waste of money. Different times.

i hope you too can get some relief and stay safe from this craziness. And i hope you too have someone like Sam who can pull folks together, and give you peace.

And lord, i hope you have a chocolate malted in your future. It won’t be as good as Maple Hill Court’s, but it’s hard to mess them up.

Good night.

1 thought on “Repaired

  1. I remember that restaurant. I had my first chocolate malt there. I love ’em but they don’t love me.

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