I got out on to the veranda – yes the western, lagoon facing one on the first floor – around 05.00 hours yesterday morning with the “must have” mug of black coffee (no sugar) and my iPad.
After a few minutes of just taking in the sights,sounds and smells. I know it should be the same vista – I sit in the same position every morning after all – but it never, ever is. The different shades of the early morning light conspire to make it a different and truly enjoyable picture every day.
Sated with the ambience (and a couple of sips of coffee) I turned to The Times online and was well in to the Business pages when the tranquility was broken by the sound of hammering from the lot immediately north of our home.
I don’t why but this got to me to thinking about how I would have reacted to such an intrusion at 06.30 hours when I was living in London. I’m pretty certain that the reaction from me would have been to utter a few expletives. The next step would likely have been for me to shout similar types of invective at the “offending” workers.
My reaction yesterday morning? I had another sip of coffee and went back to the Business pages.
But I didn’t stay with them for too long. This reaction on my part got me thinking about how I’ve changed since moving to Ambergris Caye and doing a little bit of self-appraisal.
From this period of introspection I concluded that I’m far calmer. I hardly ever get agitated now. OK, I’ll tell the truth – I am known to “lose” it when I get an idiot in front of me when I’m in the golf cart (some old habits die hard and after driving around London for years this is a habit I doubt I’ll ever lose totally). So if you see a smallish Caucasian male driving around town gesticulating at the ‘cart in front of him it’s highly likely to be me!
This period of assessment of the changes in my inner self was interrupted when clouds of black smoke started to drift towards me. The guys on the building lot had started a fire to get rid of rubbish. How did I react you’re thinking. Shout at them to stop? Nope, I just picked up the chair, mug of coffee and the iPad and went to the other side – the eastern side – of the house.
The “new” view.
I spent a little time watching the guys at work and marvelled at how much they had done in just two weeks.
to this. Floor for the water tank laid. Next the walls. A very impressive performance.
After showering, shaving, dressing and eating breakfast I headed in to ‘Town to take care of a few chores (primarily paying bills I’m sorry to say) and my inner calm was put to the test on the way home. Roadworks. And a detour.
Now in London a sign such as that would have heralded the start of a traffic congested detour that would have turned a ten minute journey in to at the very least a sixty minute one. And it would have turned me in to some foul mouthed demon behind the wheel. But not now. Oh no. I just followed the directions
and headed down (or is it up) the beach road.
When your “inconvenienced” like this it’s so easy to keep your cool!
The headline for today’s edition is based on the single released in 1958 by The Crickets and surprisingly never made the charts. This changed though in 1977 when Linda Ronstadt released it as a single and it reached number five in the US Billboard Hot 100 and number eleven in the UK Singles Chart.