carpe diem

I just found an e-mail exchange that my brother and I had a while back. It was a Monday morning and I'd asked him about his weekend. His response:

Not much going on here. Went down for the weekend to see Mary's folks. Pretty uneventful. Looked in a big hole that her brother was digging. Went to the crazy church but the crazy preacher wasn't there. Wore mismatched shoes to church. Tried not to pet a dog that had worms. Drank some tea.

Sadly, all I really had to report was that I bought a pristine copy of Pat Boone singing, "Ain't nobody here but us chickens" on vinyl and that I had experienced some really bad Mexican food.

I'm sure that we'll look back on these as our golden years........