Usually, when a friend asks you for a favor, you expect, "Can I have a ride?" or "Can you watch my cat?".
Not, "Could you drive twenty-five chicks back to their farm?"
They were borrowed for visiting grandchildren. (Don't you wish she were your grandmother?) We drove them to the farm this morning, 45 minutes of their sweet chirping. Not quite the same intensity as Grace's adventure, but I did take the curves more slowly.
And now home, baking an apple pie. Today is K's birthday. I first noticed him 32 years ago this month. I was dating someone else. I wrote in my diary that night, "I am NEVER getting married, but if I do, it will be to someone like K." I was half right- the important half.
