Busy week, hitting three customers and driving some 800 miles. Thing is, the drive home is fantastic. The customer is in the Peoria, IL, area, and we live about 5 hours north. That means two hours of beautiful Midwestern farmland (the REAL "Big Sky Country", followed by three hours of hills and bluffs of the Mississippi River Valley. Of all the customers I visit, this one has the best drive home. And the weather was perfect.
To cap it off, the wife emailed me that she took the RX7 convertible in to work today, and that it was a great drive. Made me wish that I had that car today but the Outback was still a decent companion for the trip.
I bought the car for her about 8 years back, shortly after we moved up here, as a present for getting her Associate's degree. It was cheap and needed some work, but it also came with a ridiculous number on the odometer: 40,008 miles on a 1988 model. She waxed eloquent about today's drive, and it affirmed - retroactively - that I made the right choice way-back-when.
And it has a manual transmission, which is the only thing she'll drive. Yet another reason to adore this woman.
After I got home and grabbed a bite to eat we put a few fold-up chairs in the trunk and made the short drive to watch my niece play in the first playoff soccer ("football" for you folks who don't know what the fuck to call it) game. They smoked the opposition, 4-0, and she got an assist off a corner kick - she has a great leg on her, with good power and accuracy.
Managed to sneak an industrial-strength margarita in to the game (don't ask, but it's my weakness and I'll do what it takes) and we also bumped into some neighbors who used to live next to my brother. They are crazy-ass funny in that Midwestern way, and we had a really good time.
Wore pajama pants and slippers to the game. And this shirt:
http://blipshift.com/products/be-the-change-ii. It rained just a little bit and we got a double rainbow out of the deal.
Today was as perfect as it gets. I'm hoping karma doesn't realize that I'm a colossal shithead and decide to really screw things up tomorrow. If it doesn't then I'll know that I was a saint in a past life.