An Almost Perfect Sunday

It was everything a Sunday should be.  The chores were done early, the delta breezes defused the heat, and I had time to get cleaned up and do a little desultory weeding in the herb garden before Deb and Craig arrived.  It had been such a pleasant surprise when she'd called the night before and said they'd like to come up.  I never expect to see much of the Kids during summer...for the most part, it's like inviting them into an oven.  Ill winds may blow no good, but the delta breezes blow Kids my way!  And they brought pizza!  Any fast food is thirty or forty minutes away...not so fast...so it is a real treat, not a staple in my diet.  We're all NASCAR fans, but this was a road race, not oval track.  Road races are not our favorites and so did not require total attention, so we could natter on and catch up on each other's news.  They have an exhausting, busy daily schedule, and this was a totally relaxing day.  Later, we went to check on the Silkies, Poppy's new look, and Craig fixed a dripping faucet for me with Deb's help.  As always, good-bye time came too soon.  The Kids have adopted a habit of Steve's...it didn't matter if I were standing, watching and waving, or milking down in the barn...he never drove off without calling out, "Love you!," and in return I would call out, "Love you!," from wherever I might be.  Hearing those two heart-swelling words echo out puts the period on the sentence for me.  This is one time I don't care if the neighbors listen.

The only imperfect event on an otherwise perfect day was that our arch rival, our nemesis, won the race.  Rats!!