Dear reader, this morning I was on my way home from having taken Caroline to school. It was a beautiful day and I walked along, enjoying the balmy air, the sunlight, my wandering thoughts.
As I approached an intersection, a car pulled up. An elderly gentleman unrolled the window and called out, "Where have you been all my life?!"
Then he asked me to get in the car and join him for a donut.
Typically I know better than to accept such offers. Typically I am not so easily lured. But this was a little old man, dear reader. And he was offering me a donut.
What is that? My weaknesses squared?
{To be more forthcoming, I've taken him up on this offer in the past, though never in such a spontaneous manner}.
I thought of all the things I'd planned to accomplish that morning. Then I thought about whiling away an hour with this dear fellow and his friend while they'd ply me with donuts and call me darlin' and insist I'd fade away if I didn't have just one more.
It took me less than a millisecond to have all those thoughts.
"I'd love to!," I said, jumping in the car. Off we went, picking up his friend along the way.
And I am writing now to say I just got home from a morning of smiling, laughing, eating donuts, and talking about things like sock hops and courting, and hearing words like snappy, croon, and wastrels.
And I know I'm depicting this as if it was all light and funny, but to be serious for a moment, those two guys and their way of making me feel like the center of the universe, totally and completely made my day.