Ever have a day, packed with activity and expectations?
Do you, like me, have so many things going that you need to put it all in writing.
Yes. A list.
Like today, for example.
Set the alarm for 7.
Breakfast with the girls at 830.
Phone rings: 7am.
Oh Dave! The oil man.
Yeah, I am damn near out of heating oil.
Will I be home today?
Uhm.Well. Ok. I can be.
See you when?
In a few hours?
Ok. I will make the supreme sacrifice and get dressed.
As I get dressed, I wonder if the girls will think I am a hopeless bum, for not showing up.
Finally, the oil man cometh.
I better get going.
I need to stop at the gas station and then get booze for the party tonight.
Pull into the gas station.
All the pumps are busy.
A rather large SUV is taking up damn near 2 spots, so I head on in, waiting for the big boy to depart.
So, I get out of the car and decide to go into the service station and grab a cup of java.
The gal in the SUV stops me:
“Hey! Lady! Why are you parked in that spot? Don’t you realize that I do not like backing out?”
“Huh? Uhm. I guess I am just a goof and forgot you didn’t like backing out.”
By now, her face is beet red, and she is way over the top in anger.
I think: Gas rage? Will she shoot me if I don’t move? or should I be a smart ass and say? “Lady? There ain’t no lady here.”
I reluctantly back up, so the enraged bimbo get drive forward.
This bs has stimulated my appetite.
Pizza please and a beer.
Several beers later, I realize that the party at C and C’s will start shortly.
Completely a waste of time.
One bar to another, drinking beer and carrying on like a banshee.
Finally, the party.
What a beautiful place.
12 acres of trees, yard, flowers and privacy.
And such warm and friendly friends.
Great food, laughter, music and a fabulous bon fire to end the evening.
Oh yeah, my list.
I should have thrown it in the bon fire.
Life is so much better, when it is spontaneous.