A day just like today
We woke this morning after the celebration and I felt like I had a hangover – but I hadn’t touched a sip of wine or beer, maybe it was the carrot cake and ice cream that I had even though sugar and sweets are on my Lent fast. But you have to eat your’s son’s first birthday cake – it’s a rule. Meanwhile, on the front door was a rude campaign flyer from Jay Batt, reason enough to make me go to the polls and vote for Susan Guidry. I ran into a neighbor and walked there with him and his daughter, who was barely awake and snuggling on his chest. Then I came back home and was supposed to go to Target in Metairie and pick up some things and it was so unbelievably gorgeous and sunny and warm and nice outside that I said forgetaboutit. Life is too short to go to Metairie and Target when the sun is out. So I transferred Tin around in the backpack and we went to deliver thank you notes to friends and we basically bounced around the neighborhood.
A man in a truck said something to me and he had a Susan Guidry sign on his door and I yelled back, “I already voted.” And he yelled back, “No, I said to you I wish I was ten years younger I’d ask you out.” I squinted at him in the sunlight saying to myself, right, pimp purple stretch pants, a baby strapped to my back and what? I said, “I bet you I’m ten years older than you.” “How old are you?” he asked. I yelled back, “I’ll be 51 this year.” He said, “Damn! I got you beat by 11 years.” We both laughed and headed our way.
When the sun is out and the air is crisp, even 51 year old women who are slightly overweight and carrying a baby look good.