Make My Day

(Apologies to "Dirty Harry")

Nothing much on the agenda yesterday:  walk the dog, do barn chores, think about doing some housework, walk the dog again instead, watch some 4th of July stuff while thinking about housework again, and then I got a text from Clay.  "You going to be around later?"  "Ohmigosh, yes!"

Distance is such a relative concept.  Coming from Southern California, it was nothing to drive thirty miles to work, thirty miles back home, turn around and drive fifty miles to a favorite restaurant and back again, easy peasy.  Now I feel I should get the truck serviced just to go the forty or so miles to Cameron Park.  Clay said he was "in the area" and would stop by.  "In the area" turned out to be Rancho Murieta, a pretty far piece down the road.  Clay is a truck driver so, in his estimation, he was nearby.  Besides, it was a beautiful day and he was on his motorcycle.

I was anxious to see how GB would react to indoor company.  He'd been fine with the firewood crew, but all the activity was outdoors.  He has made it clear that watch dog is not in his job description.  GB simply does not bark.  Clay rode up and we went out to greet him.  GB was polite, but not effusive.  The motorcycle didn't bother him at all.  He escorted Clay into the house, was friendly and allowed petting, and then laid down and that was that.

I so enjoyed Clay's visit, as I always do.  We talked and talked on a wide variety of subjects, really nothing is off limits.  Time just flew by and pretty soon it was coming on sundown and time for Clay to leave.  With all of the infamous potholes in our roads, it wouldn't be good to ride a motorcycle in the dark.

"Love you!"  Go ahead, make my day.