There's a nice older gentleman who frequents the SA the same time I do on Tuesday mornings. He's a bit of a hermit but pleasant to speak to. He stays to himself but is a kindly person when he does talk. He kind of looks like he doesn't have a woman around to take care of him and lives kind of woodsy.
The only reason I'm giving you all this color is because I want you to know the kind of guy he is.
Today when I was checking out, one of the girls and I were chatting about how our Easter was. He walked up to check out. We were just saying that we didn't have company when he said "Why torture yourself to be sociable!" Good point!
So I asked him if he had a nice Easter.
"Yes, I did" he said. "I went out to the shootin' range twice and.......I heard a meadowlark sing"! What a poetic soul.
I told him that sounded like a perfect day to me. Diane
(The sound of the meadowlark is bliss to us in Wyoming. It's right up there with spotting the first pasque flower of the year or hearing the bugle of the bull elk in September!)