The following conversation took place this morning at the Chic-fil-A drive-thru. The time was 8:15 a.m., just after I’d dropped off Kyle at the Sky Harbor International Airport…
Employee: It’s a great day at Chic-fil-A, and my name is Lori, what can I do for you?
Me: Hi Lori. Just for the record, I think it’s kind of a lousy day, but that’s just my opinion, and my opinion doesn’t count for much. How are you?
Lori: I’m fine, thanks. What can I get for you?
Me: Can you get me October 13th please?
Lori: (Not understanding that I just wanted her to fast-forward time for me) That’s a number one chicken with cheese, anything else?
Me: No, no, October 13th!
Lori: …Ma’am? That will be a number one with cheese, is that correct?
Me: (Realizing I was making a fool of myself and poor Lori was no therapist) Actually, Lori, I’ll just have a large Diet Dr. Pepper, please.
Lori: A number one chicken with cheese and a large Diet Dr. Pepper–that will be $6.17 at the second window.
So I was very obviously sad at first this morning when I dropped off Kyle at the airport, but I am much more cheerful now–it’s almost October!
You see? You see how fast September passes? It’s as though five Septembers could fit into the whole of August; the difference between the two months is more than just one extra day–it’s an eternity.
Speaking of eternity, I did turn 21 and I did go through the temple. Just like I said I would. Both experiences were fantastic, and the fact that I got to spend so much time with my family and future-family was just icing on the cake. Kyle and his parents flew in on Saturday, and we all had such fun trying to show the in-laws a good time. Eating out was part of every day’s itinerary, and I can’t think of a thing I would have changed about the week.
Stuart and Linda (yes, I have finally resigned myself to calling them Stuart and Linda [but not to their faces quite yet]) flew back across the border Wednesday; as one of my birthday bonuses, Kyle’s boss (his dad) let him skip the rest of the work week to stay in the U.S.A and help with wedding stuff. I finally had to send him back this morning, which was wretched, as always, but I take consolation in the less-than-two-weeks until I get to see him again.
Oh p.s.: Thanks, thanks, thanks to the 23 people who posted on my blog, to make for a very happy birthday! 23!! An “Archives of Our Lives” all-time record. Splendid.