Friday, March 1, 2013

Laugh or Cry

Arden:  "Our lunch date is for tomorrow.  It's on my calendar."
Me:  "I'm looking at my calendar.  It says we're on for today."

 Since it was Arden's idea in the first place, of course I had to back off.  Half the time, I don't even look at the calendar (I missed a dear friend's birthday recently for just that reason) and one day is much like another.  I was right; it was on my calendar, but I'd written it on the wrong date.  It was a good thing Arden read this journal yesterday, caught my error and called because we would have gone out to lunch, just not together.

As it turned out, I would have been late anyway.  The last words to pass my lips will probably be, "Inga, pleeeze come in."  The day before, she had once again given me that blank stare, "Whuh?  You talkin' to me?"  I've finally gotten Sheila to go with the program, but Inga is still a hold-out.  After much coaxing and cussing on my part, Inga jumped up on the stand and we went through the now-familiar milk bath and hoof kicking routine and it took forever.

It was one of those days when I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  I laughed.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

Yep...cryin' over spilled milk (bath) does little good! So glad that Arden DID read - talk about irony if you had made it all the way off your hill in White Rabbit style, only to be stood up!! Enjoy your lunch TODAY!