Am I allowed to just tell you all I had a good day? Do I have to figure out a creative way to do so? Can I just make a list of what I did today?
Okay, thanks for giving me permission. I’ll tell you what makes up a perfect day for Donny.
First, I sleep in until 6am. That’s an hour longer than what’s become my norm as of late. I read a chapter of Acts and meditate on it a bit, get on my computer, check email, write a few and then get ready to leave to shoot photos of 200 vehicles for a new client.
Stopping to get a Sausage McMuffin with egg is splurging lately. I’ve been watching what I eat but figured I’d be working hard enough to rid myself of the calories. That weight’s gonna come off, I tell ya. 200lbs, here I come (245.0 as of now, by the way… that’s 26 lbs lost so far)!
45 minutes of driving and I’m at the new client’s place. These guys rock! They have two employees to help me. I just have to shoot the photos, they’ll move the cars. 800 photos are taken: about 80 cars for the day. I’ll finish the rest on Wednesday.
Off to take Wendy and Caden to Chico. Wendy ordered some new tile for her house. What was I thinking when I offered to use my car to haul it home? I looked like I was trying to be cool or something: the rear end of my 2006 Accord was lowriding while the front end stuck up in the air. I have to admit, I was a bit embarrassed by that.
Off to the Christian bookstore where we spent a good hour browsing, listening to music, talking to each other and enjoying the sight of our son running around with a ball he’d found.
Wendy must think I’m a pack animal or something, because she volunteered me to haul all the tile upstairs once we arrived back at her house. My arms ache. Tile is HEAVY!
She cooked me dinner, my friends. The woman cooked me dinner. It was a simple dinner that was so good, and I can’t tell you how much fun it was to sit and eat with Wendy and Caden.
“Caden, I promise I won’t tickle you (as I tickle him while speaking) if you keep sitting on my lap! No, don’t get up, I promise I won’t do THIS again!” (uproarious laughter from a very happy 7 year old accompanies this scene)
It’s time for bed, as tomorrow there is school. Daddy must go home. Goodnight, dear Caden and Wendy.
I challenge any of you to describe a better day…