Today was nasty.
I took a trip to take care of some outstanding tasks following the death of my father a couple years back. But it seemed like the universe conspired against us. We woke up to a stormy day of high winds and possible tornadoes.
The text thread between us started getting a little restive and negative. It was there when more than 10 months of action bias kicked in. It was go-time dammit, so I sent this text to the crew:
“We’re doing this. Going to get the truck and will pick you up in 10. LFG.”
The weather was atrocious but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. So we loaded up and hit the road. In our haste to action however, we didn’t think things through, so we left with no rain gear, no water, no trash bags, and no real plan.
But along the way, it turned into a day to remember.
We had hours in the car to talk; without kids interrupting. We got wet and muddy and dirty and sweaty and tired. We had Waffle House for lunch, which was tremendous.
Scattered, smothered, covered, topped and diced on the hash-browns please.
In the end our mission was accomplished, and I spent the day with my brother and two of my oldest and best friends in the world. By any days’ standards that should be a smashing success.
Today I’m thankful for them.
What a life.