If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a million times: make hay while the sun shines.
And while that is usually most applicable for actual hay-making and other agricultural activities, it can apply to other things too. Example: apply that roof sealant while it’s 73 degrees outside even if you’re home alone. Check that plumbing an hour before a birthday party because (you guessed it) the sun’s shining and (everyone in unison): You gotta make hay while the sun shines.
Well, the sun was shining Monday and you know what we did?
We did not make hay.
We weren’t even in the field.
We were eating crepes at a downtown French café and we were pedaling water bikes on Town Lake. And then a passerby in our vicinity mentioned margaritas and we were all like, “Um, yes, please.” So we walked down a street and found a bar with margaritas and then someone had the idea, “Let’s keep walking and drinking margaritas.” And that’s what happened. Then we saw a Saloon and someone said, “We HAVE to go there,” but because it was 3 p.m. on a Monday afternoon we weren’t even sure it was open, but it was, so we went in and drank Blue Moon on tap and played pool.
This was the hay we were making.
The hay of margaritas and memories. Of being lost together in our city – the three of us. Of going places we’ve never gone and places we’ll never return to. Of exploration in conversation – spirituality, sexuality, past experiences and future ones, health, food, life, religion.
So yes. The sun was shining, smushed between two days of “arctic” cold (or what Texans consider arctic), and we did make hay.
We made good hay.
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