Day 2: A Really Good Memory

I contemplated this one all day yesterday. I have had a good life. Probably better than the average if you consider the whole history of the world- especially the days before tampons or flushing toilets or the now common practice of taking daily baths.

After wracking my brain all day, my cousin posted something on my facebook wall that I think would work perfectly as the cherished memory:

"I'm watching Singing in the Rain and it's the part where Gene kelly is singing and dancing in the rain and the cop walks up and looks concerned. It made me laugh because I was thinking about when the same thing happened to you."

It's true. About a year ago we had one of those rains that is so rare in Utah. The storm was quite sudden, and the sun stayed out and the air and the water were so warm. It was delightful. I ran out into the rain, and this weirdly different rain different rain did what rain does in the movies - it soaked me immediately. Whenever it rains, I always stop whatever I'm doing to run out and dance in the rain, but this was the best and most danceable rain in which I'd ever had the pleasure to dance. I was wandering up and down the sidewalk, reveling in the weather, when a cop car pulled onto my street and parked just across from where I was. He slowly walked to me and said, "What are you doing?"

I was surprised, but unruffled, and said, "I am dancing in the rain. I love to dance in the rain."

He laughed (not in an amused way... in an "I-am-talking-to-an-actually-crazy-person way") and asked if I had called him. Well, as it turns out, he was responding to a call a few streets over, but I suppose I concerned him enough that he thought I might just be the reason for the call to the police.

This is a cherished memory. It reminds me of me. I am not at all embarrassed by this encounter. I think it is hilarious and an accurate portrayal of who I am.

Funny stories trump tender ones almost every time.