The Day Started...

The day started with the scent of freshly baked apple cinnamon doughnuts, that they only make on Mondays, wafting into my window. I live about a five minute walk away from the Sugar and Spice Bakery. My duplex is the one closest to the bakery; I live on the left side. So every morning, my nose perks up at the fruit of an oven's diligent work. I got up from my bed, took a shower, dressed, and headed out the door, brown felt hat in hand. It was about 6:30 in the morning, so the atmosphere was calm, just the way I like it. On my way to Sugar and Spice, I realized that some things looked a bit blurry through my glasses. My ophthalmologist says he thinks I'm going blind. He says," You know, Mr. Jenkins, this isn't uncommon for people your age." I hate the way doctors talk to me. Sure I'm 85, but I'm not a child. I know what happens to "people my age." I still refuse to lose my sight. My eyes are just tired is all. What does he know?  I've got the eyesight of a bat...wait no, I think it's a hawk, the eyesight of a hawk. Well I know what I meant. That's all that matters. Anyway, I got to the bakery and saw Gertrude. Lord, if that woman doesn't stop pestering me about taking her out on a date, I don't know what I'll do. I'm just not ready for that. It's only been five months. I'm just not ready. So I politely gave Gertrude a "We'll see, Gerdy.", smiled, and proceeded to get my doughnut. The baker knows just the way I like it and gives me extra glaze. Mmmm I can still taste it. Just enough sweetness, just enough apple, just enough warmth, just enough perfection. From the bakery, I walked to the post office for the morning shift and ate. When I got there and opened the doors, my heart jittered about like an excited five year old. There's nothing like sorting mail in the morning. So I got right to it. After sorting about thirty letters and six packages, something caught my eye in the corner of the bin. It was a light green envelope with a red, wax, seal. It was addressed to me. I put it in my pocket and continued working.