Today my daughter in law, Ashley, had made plans to come over and go to lunch with me. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your viewpoint) it was a slow work day so I was able to finish everything up by about 12:30 - just in time to grab a bite! I was hoping there would be more to do later in the afternoon. We headed down to Newport and Fashion Island. Ashley is the manager of a Sunglass Hut and she'd been staking out some sunglasses for me to try. Four times a year they have a sale for the employees where they can purchase up to 5 pair of sunglasses for 50% off, so this was my big chance to pick out some nice ones. I finally settled on these:
Ashley and I had lunch outside on a terrace that had an ocean view. Perfect weather, perfect day. I know I've said it before, but I just love spending time with this girl. She's smart and fun and spunky. In the short time I've known her, she's grown in leaps and bounds (as I hope I have) and I always enjoy her fresh personality. My son Scott is a lucky man. After lunch we went over to the Sunglass Hut in Macy's, where I monopolized the manager's time (my new friend Ryan) while he pulled out pair after pair of sunglasses. He showed me his favorites, and gave me opinions on my favorites. In the end, in the interest of style, every day wearability, and budget, we all decided on the Burberry frames. I'm excited. I don't get them until next week (I have to wait for Ashley to buy them for me), so there's the anticipation. New sunglasses always make me feel like I have a whole new look. I mean, I probably don't, but it feels that way.
After our Fashion Island outing, Ash and I came back to the house. She had about a hundred loads of wash to do that I told her to bring over, rather than wasting money on machines at her apartment complex. I had a little more work to do, she had clothes to fold, and every so often we'd meet in the middle and gab about something.
Finally, at 6:30, my son Scott came over, and L arrived home at almost the same time. Scott invited us to come have some Chicago style deep dish pizza with them. L has had a touchy stomach the past couple of days so he declined. But I didn't. I went, and Scott is right - that pizza was about the best I've ever had. We had good pizza and good conversation, and some good laughs. And an icy Diet Coke.
It was a near perfect day. I had a whole afternoon to spend with one of my favorite girls on a day when I didn't have to feel guilty about ignoring a big work load. I literally ran through an entire store full of sunglasses, and got expert advice from my girl and from my new BFF Ryan. It was like, for an hour, I was their best and favorite customer. Loved it. Ate lunch in the warm sun while being cooled with a sea breeze. Came home, worked some more (made a little more money) and then went out and ate great pizza in the company of my favorite youngest son and his beautiful wife. A slow, easy day. But I am going to have to pedal my bike hard tomorrow to make up for it.