Easy Like Sunday Morning...

Who would have thought it would take most of the day to recover from an easy Sunday?

Yesterday, I went to meet someone for lunch. This particular guy has an extraordinary sense of humor and always has one funny story after another. He is a recent refugee from the "dating wars", trying to meet someone through match.com, eHarmony and other such services.

He truly is a good guy. He's a regular working man. In fact, he is a milkman. He delivers milk throughout the area to convenience stores and grocery stores. He lives simply, preferring to keep his life uncomplicated. As you can imagine, most of the women he met didn't like that. They're looking for the lottery.

Anyway, we talked and laughed through lunch with him telling me so many funny stories that I got a headache from laughing so hard and for so long. It was a comfortable way to spend the day.

When we were done with lunch, we weren't quite ready to stop talking so we sat in his truck and talked some more. We talked about everything under the sun and laughed about it all. It was a good way to get away from the world for an afternoon. He snapped this picture of me as we sat there. Half a pack of cigarettes and twenty stories later, we realized the sun had set. The restaurant was closed and the parking lot empty. We'd been there for five hours. It was time to go home.

I can't remember the last time I just sat and laughed for an entire day, losing track of time. We both decided that it is a Good Thing To Do. Maybe next Sunday, we'll try again.


Peace,


~Chani