What a beautiful day. Perfect sky. Perfect temperature. October in the Northwest Florida Earth has to be my all time favorite place to be. I pulled into the clubhouse’s grit-dirt parkin’ lot a half-hour before the meetin’.
“Time to meditate,”I told myself. I closed my eyes and felt the soft breeze blow through my open window and comfort my skin. I woke up an hour later when I heard another car door slam. I looked at my cell phone for the time. I had missed the meetin’.
“No harm,” I thought. I’d been on a bit of a rant lately when ever it was my turn to talk so my nap was probably My Sweet Lord’s way of givin’ my fellowship brothers and sisters a break.
I looked at my cell and there was a text message and 1 voicemail. The text was from a buddy invitin’ me to join him at ‘Sun’s’ for lunch. And the voicemail informed there was a check waitin’ for me at “the office.” I matched my buddy’s text w/ a text of my own. It said, “I’d be happy to join ya. Right after I stop off at the office. I’m thinkin’ 1ish.”
I sent the message. Opened my car door, stood straight on the parkin’ lot gravel and stretched my arms and torso. I felt so good I coulda been James Brown.
Then I thought, “First time ever I put ‘ish’ after a number.”