I awoke and found myself singing, happy to be alive and so
decided that today was a sunny happy day: a Darby Shea day.
When it is a Darby Shea day, I do what any great mind does:
I put on my Darby Shea shirt and strut before the world! After all, the sky was
blue, like a Cezanne painting. Rich in color, masterfully created, like a
breath of fresh air, like an adventure, and the expectation of exploration, all
rolled into one. Oh! One food reference: succulent like a rib eye.
I drove to the mall and as I passed the Cinnabon concession,
a young lady from behind the counter yelled out: “Hey mister, mister, I LOVE
your shirt!” I yelled back: “Why not love it, she’s my granddaughter!” It added
spring to my step, a joyous stride to my tempo. But it did not end there.
As I walked to shop for an anniversary gift for TLW (The
Little Woman) people were passing me by, looking at the shirt and smiling,
almost in agreement. One lady guessed that it was my grandchild and asked: “How
many is that?” The lady in Macy’s came from behind the jewelry counter and we
chatted about grandchildren, and I could finally add something to a
conversation about grandchildren. Oh the joy!
Then to a doctor’s visit, with receptionist, nurse AND
doctor all greeting my shirt with great admiration. Yes, it was a Darby Shea
kind of day!
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