jazz in the afternoon

one of my favourite rituals at the moment is soaking up the afternoon sun with dN in the backyard. i usually do physio, rest. or make some cards. he tends to taming the overgrown garden or tinkers with his bike. the next door neighbour might be a jazz singer, it is sublime hearing soulful bits floating out the window. always feels like a gift. we also play the imaginative what if games. like what if you were a fabulous chef but had to eat kraft dinner for every meal to keep your talent. the minute you didn't, you would lose it all. would you do it? today's line of inquiry centered around discovering a dead version of yourself from the future. what would you do? what if there was a newspaper with future winning lottery numbers, would you play them?