So when I got home, DK and I took Skippy over to see them. I have to admit, the birds were a little scary for me. There were geese as big as Skippy, ducks, flocks of seagulls, and hundreds of American Coots (DK told me what they were...who knew?) DK, Skippy and I took turns snapping photos. Can you tell which photo is Skippy’s? It is interesting to see his view of the world.
Then we finished with a late lunch at Rubio’s, where they have a giant aquarium with tropical fish. After half a fish taco, Skippy informed us that today was the best day of his life. I thought to myself, wow, Skip, you need to get out more! I seriously considered arguing the point with him. I mean, Skippy has spent time in Hawaii, played at Disneyland, and slept in tents with cousins. He has blown out birthday candles, opened Christmas presents, and gone spider-hunting with the missionaries...He has had some pretty darned good days.
But Skippy lives in the moment. And at that moment, a couple of hours of water birds and fish tacos constituted the best day of his life. And I like that about him.“I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank PiƱa Coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get that day over and over and over...” ...Phil Connors, Groundhog Day