My Favorite Days – Part Three
The third in my posts leading up to the best day of my life:
The Day Of The Goat
I am not even sure what day this was, never mind what year. If I had to guess, I would say sometime in August around 1995.
My husband and I went to the beach in Rhode Island. This is our favorite day trip.
We have our favorite beach – not fancy, but also not too crowded. And I especially like it because it has a decent bathroom.
It’s a long drive from northwest Connecticut, so we hardly ever get there before noon. So a beach day for us is really a beach afternoon. But most afternoons there are perfect.
My husband likes to lay in the sun. He doesn’t read, or walk on the beach, or swim in the water. He just likes to lie there. Absorbing.
I also like to feel the sun on my skin. But I also like to read and walk and swim. Luckily, I don’t have to worry about my valuables left unattended on the blanket, because my husband is always there. Absorbing.
When he opens his eyes, he likes to watch scantily clad women. I don’t particularly mind. This is a family beach, not Rio. Most of the ladies look like me. Although the teenagers mostly look great. And they don’t seem to mind being looked at. Let him look, I say.
He also likes to feed the seagulls. Some of our beach neighbors are usually not happy about this. But we like to make friends with the seagulls. They like potato chips.
I also like potato chips. My favorite beach lunch is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and potato chips. That tastes so marvelous on the beach, I can’t even describe it. And for dessert – a peach. And that’s what I had that day – so that was part of what made that day so perfect.
It was in the high 80’s, but with a nice sea breeze and not a cloud in the sky. I alternated between reading, walking, and swimming. By husband alternated between lying on his back and lying on his stomach. (with a small amount of seagull-feeding and bikini-ogling.)
We were both very happy.
But what made that day absolutely perfect was the drive home. It’s such a long way, and after all that sun we are usually pretty tired and the drive seems unending.
But not that day.
We have a nice rural route to get back to the highway. It’s a winding road that meanders all over. But there’s not much traffic, so you can make some decent time even with the twists and turns.
And as we were heading back on this road, and discussing the general state of bathing suits, we passed a farm. And from the driveway of this farm came a goat.
This goat began to chase the car.
We watched and laughed as he ran behind the car.
Then – just when we thought he had given up – he turned it on. He kicked up his heels and suddenly he was running alongside our car. Keeping up with us. Effortlessly. With that big goofy goat-smile.
And then he turned it up another notch. He sped past the car like we were standing still.That goat could FLY!
He veered off at the next driveway and he was out of sight.
He was amazing.
That goat was having his perfect day too.
All these many years later, we would never think about going to the beach by any other route.
And we keep an eye out for goats.