With absolute quietness the New Year sneaked up on us and captured the world’s attention. On the afternoon, me on my electric powered scooter quietly fourd our way through the halls of Greencroft to the healthcare exit just across from Manor IV which includes the apartment of My Joyce. (I should give the scooter a name.)
I had weighed myself that morning and called my cousin in Arizona that to tell him weighed 227 pounds, and to tell him that I wanted his help to lose some of those pounds. He told me I should fast for a day. I agreed but immediatly broke the promise.
Rachel had delivered a pot of traditional Haitian pumpkin soup to Joyce. Knowing that I was coming she stayed in the parking lot until she could give me a New Year hug. the hug and the soup she had delivered were special. Joyce rushed to open door 33 for me and in her haste and to her embarressment she locked us out of her apartment.
Joyce’s apartment is accross from the laundry and it sports a telephone for just such an occasion so she used it to call for a man with a key to her door. So that idignity was soon overcome. Neither of us were hungry so she put the soup in the oven to cool while we began to read about the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency in Botswana, Africa. We had read through more than two thirds of the book so we could finish it.
With a farewell to Africa’s rich culture our thoughts reutrned to Rachel’s Haitian pumpkin soup. Warmth from the oven’s light gave the soup to pleasant feel in the mouth. We enjoyed it fully.