Our days have been so good lately, we nearly forgot how to recover from a bad one.
You know how you wake up, trip on the bathroom rug and say, “Uh, oh – today’s going to be a bad day?” Yesterday started out that way.
We were headed to the coast to see Verdi’s Il Trovatore at the Met Opera in HD, one of our super-favorites. Making sure we have everything before we go, we prudently decide to fill up our gas tank at lower inland prices before leaving.
Forgot wallet! Go back home, grab wallet, return, fill up @ $3.859/gallon. Station attendants look like escapees from a hospital for the criminally insane. Not good.
Sunny day, light traffic. Good.
Uh, oh. Between Lincoln City and Newport we see flashing blue-and-red lights. Outcome? $250 speeding ticket. Not good.
Depressed, continue to Newport, get to Performing Arts Center in time to buy ticket and get perfect seat. Many friendly white-haired opera-lovers present. Performance wonderful. Scenery in Trovatore’s famed Anvil Chorus looked like Carmen’s place in the Spanish mountains. Good.
Start for home. Famished. Haven’t had any food except two energy bars and a cup of PAC coffee. Depressed again. How to save the day?
Stop at Fort Hill Restaurant, still surviving despite highway department’s best efforts to cut them off from coast traffic. We’ve written many a news story about that. The special was typical, country-style, all-carb comfort food: chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes and white gravy, and canned corn. “That sounds good,” we say, neglecting a crucial phrase.
Friendly waitress, but no food. Piercing hunger pangs. Not good.
We joke about having to send out for the steak and our omission becomes glaringly clear. After noting that the special sounded good, we had not said, “I’ll have that.” She apologizes profusely, even though it is clearly our fault.
As she brings check, she offers a free piece of pie. We accept and choose caramel-apple. Good.
Uneventful return to town. Going by gas station, price is now $3.92/gallon!! Good! Get home safely. Get two lovely phone calls from sister in New Hampshire and daughter in California. Good!
Guess it was a volatile, but eventually good day. Kind of like the volatile stock market, eh?