Point Well Taken |
An Important Point WC 229 There is always a point, always the gist of the argument. But for the life of me, I couldn't figure this one out. Millie looked at me as if I had two heads. She expected me to spout words of wisdom. I had none. We sat at across from each other at our small kitchen table. "You're missing the point!" she said emphatically. "We must do this." Aaah - there it was. The point - the pinnacle - the mountain top. We! "We must do what?" I asked. "You know, the thing we talked about yesterday, George." My brain replayed all I could remember of yesterday. Nope, no pinnacle moment stood out. I took a sip of coffee, trying to buy some time. "Refresh my memory, Millie." "Really? Really!" She stood and gave me 'that look'. "Oh wait, was it about that trip we're planning? I thought we decided not this year." "You're missing the point!" Millie then stomped out of the kitchen and out into the garden. Bingo - there it was. I remembered. I wandered out to the garden and found Millie. Her elbows were deep in the dirt and she was planting some seeds. "We can start whenever you like. I am game if you are." "We're not getting any younger, George." "I know, and you're right. Let's start now." I took her hand and led her into the house. |