I am walking on a path of Gold

It is Tuesday, 8.45, foggy morning. I am going for my fasting blood test. 
I booked an appointment so wont take long otherwise you have to wait
for hours. My son is driving me there. It is very foggy, have to switch 
lights on. It is 9.30, I am done, going home now.

Make oatmeal porridge and stir fried egg for my breakfast. My youngest 
daughter from England, called me. She lives in Reading near Heathrow 
airport. She was busy doing garden work at her home. Her school is off
for one week. In England, they have short school vacations. 

My middle daughter, who lives in Grimsby, also called. She was doing 
tutorials, was busy with her studies. My son is with computer, busy with 
his office meetings. Today he is working from home.

It is 11.30, I was busy with making some calls. I called my friend. She lives 
in Markham, 20 minutes away from my place, Pickering. I don't drive, 
neither she. We used to talk, make calls to keep connected. 

We were together from 1960 to 1964, in our University days. We are still 
connected. We talk our day to day life and sometimes also share our golden
memories.

I also called one of my Grade five school friend. She lives at Regent Street, 
in downtown London, England. She is not in a good shape. I call her once a 
week. When people facing their difficult moments, we have to be there, to 
make sure that they are not alone.

I remember nearly ten years back, we had tea together in the Royal Society
of Medicine Cafeteria. She is a member of that society. I told her about that.
She recalled all the beautiful moments, when she was mobile and we used
to go to Museums and Gardens to enjoy our company together.

It is 11.45, I am getting ready for my walk. My son has some time off. We 
are at Petticoat Creek Conservation Park, beautiful place. Lake is at my 
left, while all the colors are on my right and around. Yellow leaves are 
scattered everywhere. It looked, I am walking on a path of gold, amazing.

My son gone home, I am at Tim Horton to enjoy my time alone slot, my 
coffee and to write my Blog. It is 2. 30, I am done, now time to walk home. 
Slurpee Boy, my youngest grandson will be home soon.

I will make something for him to enjoy. We have to find ways to flourish 
our relationship. We start feeling blessed, when we make a difference in 
someone's life. It gives inner peace, matters a lot. Go for that.