Some days are good, start to finish. I can't be the only one who looks for omens: three green lights in a row means good luck; if Tessie is easy to milk, that's a good sign, too. Yesterday and she and I were in and out of the barn in no time, so I was ready when Deb and Craig arrived. My personal shoppers had filled my list from the "big box" store and brought KFC. Those were just bonuses as the real treat was spending the day with these Kids. After lunch, Craig napped and Deb and I had some one-on-one time to catch up. The day just sped by and way too soon it was time to call out, "Love you!" as they drove away.
Later, Cam called. I answered, saying, "You do realize I'm twelve years old right now?" She said, "And just how did that happen?" "Time travel. I'm watching 'The Quiet Man.'" Memories had come flooding in. It came out in 1952, and I saw it at a drive-in with my sister and her four little kids in a station wagon. My brother-in-law sold tickets so we got in free. It took three tries before we actually saw the movie: the first time it rained and the second time the show had sold out. Finally we got in, got the kids settled in the back, and munched on popcorn that my sister had made at home (money was tight back then) and put in a big brown grocery bag. I have seen this marvelous film with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara countless times since then, never tire of it, and always go back to being twelve years old.
To put the frosting on the day's cake, Pete called and said he's coming up today to celebrate National Filet Mignon Day. Now that's a holiday I'm happy to get behind!
As days go, yesterday was hard to beat.