My Perfect Day
Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I am a very simple man. I hear folks talk about snorkel dives in Aruba, Vegas slot machines, or fancy cars, and I have to admit I’m too busy at home to take all that in.
I read one time that Arnold Palmer had a golf game with a guest at his home club in Latrobe, Pennsylvania. It was a one of those early fall days- crisp sweater weather but not too cold. Arnold turned to the fellow and said, (paraphrased) “You know, I’ve been all around the world, but I’m just as happy to be here at Latrobe as anywhere. This is a perfect day for golf.” One thing about Arnie- he was world class, but didn’t get above his raising and forget his roots. I admire that.
I’ll never amount to what Arnie did, but I can identify with his sentiment. My perfect day would be to see my favorite patients till lunch, play golf in the afternoon with Jacob and the choose-up boys, then eat supper with my family. I’d say grace and be thankful for the good fortune that my people live in peace the way we do. Then I’d check in with my blog pals and write a few words about my day. After that, I’d get together with Darrell and Summer, Moose and Warbler and all the gang and pick bluegrass music till two o’clock in the morning. The next day I’d get up and do the same thing again. I guess I am boring, but that is what I’d do if had to walk the green mile tomorrow.
What would y’all do on your perfect day? Write and let me know.