Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I marched out early this morning to walk down to a bakery and order a birthday cake for our older son and his wife, who are getting their birthdays squeezed together in one celebration the way my husband and I do.  I put on my sun hat, my walking shoes, my vest and cross body bag.  My socks kept slipping down my feet and I had to stop every so often to pull them back up.  My feet wanted badly to be bare.  I do love sandals and not wearing socks.  But tis not the season.  Not yet.  Us elderly have to have a lot of gear to prevent:  skin cancer, falls, and innocent catastrophes that can occur if I am looking at a bird in a tree instead of where I'm walking.  I did a slight swoon in front of the forbidden eclairs.  I thought of brioche but bravely restrained myself.  I picked out a cake with pistachio cream.  I paid.  I will return to pick it up in two days.  The experience was almost as good as if I could actually have any bakery goods.  But no.  I'm diabetic, so admiring and imagining is what I get to do.  Today, it felt good enough, in fact, excellent.