Being on the Executive of our Island’s Probus Club does offer palatable perks.
Our President (aka “Prez” for privacy purposes) suggested we have our Executive Meeting, along with lunch, at his home this month. What a great idea. Armed with pen and paper, I jumped in my car:
After a forever climb, my car whined, “Are we there yet?”
At the end of a lengthy ridge, a discreet group of arrows pointed to the beginning of the Prez’s driveway.
I geared down for the l-o-o-n-g, windy descent to the house.
Half way down, I had to stop:
I arrived and found a number of cars parked like mountain sheep in the well planned, circular driveway. What a relief that I wouldn’t have to turn my car around on this lip-of-a-road. I hadn’t packed a winch.
Suddenly the light went on!
I thought I was early! But everyone was here already.
I didn’t get any message saying that the meeting started earlier than usual today.
I knocked and hearing a shout, I opened the heavy, hand-carved front door.
The Prez rattled the agenda and discussion resumed. Minutes later, Mrs. Prez appeared from another exotic room and announced that lunch would be served in a half hour. What a distraction…who could concentrate knowing she was putting the final touches on a creamy Quiche, an abundant Greek Salad and an irresistible Quinoa/Kale/Arugula/Cranberry salad. Thankfully, our Prez likes good food – our meeting stopped right on time.
Our Treasurer excused herself immediately after our lunch and left me to deal with all the male energy.
Our Prez designed this phenomenal home and worked closely with the contractor. The lines, angles, finishing touches brought fresh discovery of artful detail from each vantage point. Since Mr. and Mrs. Prez lived and worked in different parts of the world, each artifact promises a story. One day, I’m going to ask for a story tour!
The meeting was adjourned and I wasn’t fired.
The others were snaking up the driveway and I was offered a tour of the property. A tour? Do I need to polish my rappelling skills? Not at all! The Prez opened the garage door to a welcome surprise:
The final leg of the tour – the Prez took me even further down the mountain to his monster workshop – home for his many extras.
The golf cart became my new best friend as we made our way back to the main house and to my car.
Mr. and Mrs. Prez, you shared your home with welcome openness and hearty “spiritedness”.
Everything about the day represented the beauty of who you are.
Thank you for providing an exceptional Executive experience.