Yesterday was one of those delirious yet delicious happy days. Therefore, this is going to be one of those delirious yet delicious happy stories that may not go down well especially if My Reader woke up this morning in a bad-ass mood and is not in a delirious-delicious happy receiving mindful place. I’ll be kind and ask My Reader to leave the room so as not to ruin it for everyone else.
Just leave and don’t slam the door. (My Reader…such a puttz.)
Alone. At last.
Yesterday and two days prior…we received not inches of rain but yards of rain. Rivers in the streets. Flood watches. Moisture records set. It is green and lush here for a reason but to receive three months worth of wet stuff in three days is almost asking too much of Northwest Humankind. Be patient. This isn’t the happy part.
Yesterday. It’s raining. I’m on my way to meet The Daughter for lunch. I’ve just come from the doggie wash . Dog is in the back looking clean, fluffly and white-on-white but smelling like the rotten egg damp dog that she is. Life is good. So very good. The wet dog smell? Not so much.
Here’s the beginning of the happy part…
…..it stops raining and (here’s the happy happy part) the sun comes out!!! Traffic practically stops.
No kidding and true story.
Traffic. Stand. Still. Stop. Now aren’t you glad you waited for this…
Enter Lyle Lovett*.
Cars stop long enough for me to dig through the dog biscuits in the console and find the Lyle Lovett and His Big Band CD. Sun is still out. Zowie. Glorious sun. Windows rolled down…in hopes for a quickie left- arm tan line. Music begins and I’m in love all over again….I’m dreaming Texas-Two Step dancing’ with Lyle (he‘s leading)….singin’ harmony (she’s the alto-tenor) with Francine.
I’m just a peachy-keen-smiling‘-and-feelin‘-that-sunshine-singin‘-fool! Lovin’ it Maximum!!
I LIKE CREAM IN MY COFFEE…FLOUR TORTILLAS…CHEESE BURGERS…
…DOES THIS MAKE ME A SHALLOW PERSON…HERE I AM….
I’d just forgotten how, on an albeit brief sunshiny day, Lyle made that sunshine last just a bit longer… and how I’m still very much in love with him. The understanding: in a non-obsessive sort-of way.
The rain (and some predicted snow) returned.
My Reader returned and snidely commented that I’d forgotten to mention another favourite Lyle song…
IF I HAD A BOAT
…which makes My Reader so much more than a puttz…
Francine, Sweet-Tea, can you give me a call? Let’s talk…..
*I’ve previously confessed my love (not to be confused with an obsession) with Lyle in a previous story.
It‘s around here somewhere……………..